A.N. Sorry for not updating in ages… I've had schoolwork,. I'm school at the moment, PE class. Well, actually in the library because I'm sick, anyway…. I hope you enjoy this next chapter, and that I get a bit more action into it than the last few chapters.

Amy gasped.

"Was that Tefnut who wrote that?" She asked the Doctor, worriedly.

"Must have been." He replied. "She's the only one who could have done that."

"But that means she was on the outside of the train when she wrote that." Rory pointed out.

"Yes." The Doctor said quietly.

"So is she still on the train?" Amy pushed for more information.

"I don't know…" The Doctor sat down on the floor. "She could be, but then again she could have left the train."

"So basically, she's trying to play around with us, and make it enjoyable for her." The Doctor nodded a Rory's words.

"Brilliant." Amy muttered. "So what do we do now?" She asked in a louder voice. The Doctor jumped up.

"We look for her, what else can we do?"

The three of them were half walking, and half running down the train. The Doctor was slightly ahead, and kept sonicing things, for no apparent reason. Amy could hear what some people in other compartments were saying. Once again, she heard the creepy nursery rhyme that she had heard children singing earlier.

"Tick tock goes the clock

His future are her pasts

Tick tick goes the clock

His firsts are all her lasts

Tick tock goes the clock

They're watching you, the silence

Tick tock and comes the day

Where he'll accept her violence

Tick tock goes the clock

She'll see him as a stranger

Tick tock and all too soon

He'll be in mortal danger"

"Amy?" Rory walked around and looked at her. "What's wrong?"

"It's that poem, that nursery rhyme, I heard it earlier." Amy told him.

"But it's just a nursery rhyme," He reminded her, "What's wrong with it?"

"Earlier they said: 'Tick tock goes the clock, even for the Doctor.'" Rory looked slightly troubled at these words.

"But it can't mean him, can it? He's a Timelord, they never do anything that would kill them."

"It is just what they're called, they don't always do the right thing."

"Alright, he may not be invincible, but he's not stupid, nor does he do stupid things." The two of them glanced over to where the Doctor was, and he somehow managed to get coat stuck in someone's compartment door, and seemed unable to get it out. As they watched, he pulled the coat, and then (for reasons that Rory and Amy found unable to figure out) managed to bump his head against the door in the process. Amy looked at Rory with her eyebrows raised.

"You sure about your last argument?"

"He does stupid things, I know that, but I can't see how he got himself into that mess." Rory indicated back over to the Doctor. The compartment door was now open, and his coat had been released.

"What mess has he got himself into now?" The Doctor was talking to the woman who had opened the door, and judging by the look on her faces, he had a really bad excuse. Sure enough, the woman slapped him and slammed the door. The Doctor saw them looking, straitened his bowtie, and tried to walk away as though nothing had happened. He didn't even get two steps away from the door, as in slamming it, the woman had somehow managed to get the Doctor's trouser leg stuck in the door. Amy saw Rory just pointing at the door with his mouth open, as though he was going to say something, but couldn't.

"Yes, I'm pretty certain that she was an Applan." Rory dropped his hand.

"That's what I was trying to say." Amy laughed. They looked back over to the Doctor, and saw him trying to walk, and release his trousers.

"Help!" He cried out, as he could only really walk with one of his two legs, he had fallen over. Amy rolled her eyes.

"Fine." She went over, and climbed over the Doctor, to knock on the compartment door. The same Applan woman opened the door, looking rather annoyed.

"What is it?"

"Um, Hi, I just wanted you to open the door, so my friend could be released." The woman raised her four eyebrows.

"We weren't keeping hostage."

"I know, but when you slammed the door, you got his trouser leg stuck in the door." The woman looked down with one head, and saw the Doctor waving sheepishly from the ground, before getting up, and straitening himself out.

"Thank you!" He said, shaking her hand. He looked back at his two friends. "Let's go." With that, he started to walk away, without a look back.

"Can you stop bothering me now?" The woman asked Amy.

"Yes, sorry." She and Rory followed the Doctor into the next carriage.

Amy and Rory didn't say much as they followed the Doctor.

"You're still thinking about that nursery rhyme, aren't you?" Rory asked his wife.

"Yes, it has to mean him."

"I'm sure there are many people it could be referring too, maybe they got the words wrong, and meant 'a Doctor'?" Rory looked doubtful as he said it, and very much doubted that Amy would think the same thing. He didn't think it either, it just didn't make sense.

"I'm sure that's what it was." Amy sounded very sarcastic. "'Tick tock goes the clock, even for A Doctor.' Yup, that MUST be what it was."

"It was just an idea."

"Oi, you two!" The two looked up at the Doctor. "Why is it that you two are never looking at me when I am being very clever. I never see the point in having humans that aren't constantly awestruck by my intelligence."

"Really, Doctor?" Amy folded her arms.

"OK, fine, it wasn't that brilliant, but you're not doing anything other that natter away in the corner! We need to catch a Goddess not have a good old chinwag in the corner. That's what we do when we're done."

"OK, we'll stop." Amy said, and the two of them caught up to the Doctor.

"What was the brilliant thing that you did, that wasn't that brilliant?" Rory asked.

"I realised we can rule out her not being more than just the females." The Doctor looked really excited.

"What?" Rory asked. The Doctor's face fell.

"Well she's a Goddess, not an Applan." Rory looked slightly confused.

"OK…?"

"She's only got one head, so now we just need to find out which compartments have one-headed people in them, and which have got Applans!" He looked really pleased with himself.

"Doctor?" Amy asked. "Are you sure that's a wise idea?"

"No it's brilliant!" Amy just looked at him. "Well why wouldn't it be a brilliant idea?"

"You did see the way the Applan treated you for bothering her?" Rory pointed out.

"She slapped you." Amy said pointedly. The Doctor flinched at her words.

"Well for the most part of my life, I've avoided getting slapped."

"When did you stop managing to avoid it?" Amy asked. The Doctor muttered something that neither of the other two could catch.

"What was that?" Rory asked him.

"A couple of years ago…" He said, looking at the floor. "Ever since then I haven't seemed to be able to be on the receiving end of every woman's slap." Amy tried not to laugh.

"Has Amy slapped you then?" Rory asked, interested.

"No, I haven't actually, when I think about it." Now it was the Doctor's turn to try not to laugh. "What?" She asked him.

"I seem to recall that when you first saw me again, you whacked me on the head with a cricket bat, enough to knock me out." Rory did laugh out, while Amy looked slightly guilty.

"Oh, right." She said. "I did that."

"I know you did." The Doctor told her. "It knocked me out." Rory laughed harder at these words.

"Well you had caused everyone to think I was mad, thinking the 'Raggedy Doctor' was real. I had to see four physiatrists."

"Well, you didn't have to, that was your fault."

"You left me there all those years ago, and they told me you weren't real."

"OK, so that was my fault too, can we just get on with finding which compartments have got Applans in them or not?"

"I don't know about you," Rory started, "But I don't think that Amy or I fancy being on the receiving ends of slaps." Amy nodded.

"So just say you're doing a check up and down the train."

"It's alright for you, you've got the psychic paper, they'll all believe you."

"But it will take me forever by myself!" The Doctor whined. Amy rolled her eyes at how childish he was being.

"Have you always been like this?" She asked him.

"Like what?" He looked up at her, innocently.

"Never mind." Amy shook her head slightly. "OK, we'll look with you, but we get the psychic paper."

"Fine…" The Doctor handed her the paper.

"Thank you!" She took the paper.

"Write down the carriage numbers with one-headed people, and we'll meet back here," The Doctor looked at his watch, which always seemed to be on backwards, "In half an hour!" And with that, the Doctor walked off.

"How do we know we're not knocking on the same doors?" Amy shrugged.

"Have you got a watch?" She asked her husband. Rory shook his head. "OK, so I'll use my phone. Let's get going then." She and Rory walked off in the opposite direction to the Doctor.

A.N. Sorry I took so long! I'm worried that I'm putting things off in this slightly, I've done that before, every time they reach out, the goal seems to get further away… I need to get down to some proper planning this weekend for what they are going to do when! I hope you liked my poem thing again… See you next time (I hope)!