Sorry for the delayed update! I've been doing a lot in life, so I haven't made a lot of time for writing. Here's the next chapter, though. Hope you enjoy!
"What happened?" The Doctor asks, confused.
"Twelve years!" Amy exclaims, starting down the road.
"You hit me with a cricket bat!"
"Ha, twelve years!" She says again.
"A cricket bat!"
"Twelve years and four psychiatrists."
"Four?" He asks, intrigued.
"She kept biting them," I add proudly.
"Why?"
"They said you weren't real," Amy and I say at the same time.
"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated."
I immediately turn my head at the sound of the message. The ice cream van parked ahead with the speakers in the front. Abandoning the Doctor and Amy, I run for it, quickly asking the man if he knew what it was.
"It's supposed to be Claire De Lune," he answers, confused.
"Doctor," I call as he comes running. "Listen to this." The message plays over and over, not stopping even as we change frequencies, or languages. He listens for a moment before running into the nearby house. I chase after him, mind racing. So, it can't be just the house, we don't speak Japanese or Chinese or Spanish or French. Well, I speak a little French. Anyway, residence means where something lives, right? And if it doesn't mean the house, then it means... the whole planet.
"We're doing a study in television faults, also crimes," I hear the Doctor say as I try paying attention again. But if it means the planet, they're gonna blow it up! That's got to need a lot of power, so if we assume based on the planet size it's gonna need a 40% fission blast. Don't know how I know that, but moving on. And they'll need to power up! So, assuming it's a medium sized star ship, we have about 20 minutes.
"Okay, so the message is being broadcasted on every channel in every language," The Doctor states to the others, bringing me back out of my thoughts.
"I'm thinking it doesn't mean the house, I think it means the whole planet." His face falls at my theory.
"Then, if they did want to blow up the planet-"
"40% fission blast, we've got twenty minutes," I finish for him, making him pout.
"I'm usually the only one smart enough to figure these things out, how did you figure this before I did?"
"Doesn't matter, you'll scan me later." He nods slightly before running out of the house, leaving us to trail behind him.
"What sort of weapons do we have?" He asks as he speeds up slightly.
"No guns, no power plants, nothing." I answer, trying to keep up.
"Great, fantastic that is. Twenty minutes to save the world, and I've got a post office. And it's shut!" He exclaims, gesturing towards it. "What is that?"
"That would be the duck pond," Amy answers, running to catch up. I start, but a vision dances across my eyes. A curly haired woman stands slightly behind the Doctor, staring into space as he breaks down crying. Just as fast as it appeared, it's gone within seconds. I scan the field shortly, spotting a familiar face in scrubs taking pictures of another person. Why is he taking photos of people when the sun's all wibbly? Unless he knows something... I abandon the Doctor and Amy and run towards him, smiling when I reach him.
"Hi Rory. How're you doing?"
"Fine, I guess," he replies, confused.
"Quick question, why are you taking photos of people when the sun's all weird?"
"Well-" he starts, but the Doctor runs over and takes his phone from his hands.
"The sun's gone wibbly, and you're taking photos of people, why?"
"Doctor, I just asked him that question," I cut in, slightly annoyed.
"Well, I didn't hear you. So I asked again," he replies, looking at me for a second before looking back at Rory. "Why?"
"There's no way he can be here," he answers, as my brain starts thinking on its own again. If he can't be here, then where should he be? What does it take to have a working multi-form?
"Psychic link!" I exclaim, gaining everyone's attention. "Dormant mind, that's how the multi form is working. And the nearest dormant minds are at the hospital, in a coma."
"How are you doing that?" Amy asks, confused.
"I don't know. My brain does the thinking, and my mouth just does the talking."
"Doesn't matter right now. You three, head to the hospital. I'll be right behind," the Doctor states, turning around. I grab him and wrap him in a hug before he could go, sneaking my hand in his pocket. I grab for the psychic paper while he stands still. "What was that for?" He asks as I pull away, sneaking the paper into my back pocket.
"Hurry up, don't really fancy when my life's on the line," I make up, smiling at him. He nods shortly and runs back towards the house. I turn to the couple, smiling. "Ready?" They both look at me for a moment, before running to catch a cab.