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The Doctor watched Amy pace around the TARDIS. She had already checked all of the rooms twice and now, finally satisfied that they were empty, she wore a path around the central consol.

He had to admit that he was worried too. Out of all of the companions that he'd had, Rory was the one most likely to obey the "Do not wander off" rule.

"This is not like him, Doctor," Amy broke her long silence. "It's almost after midnight, and even if Ben's father had significant health issues, Rory would have at least returned and written us a note or something."

"Do you know the address?"

She shook her head. "I remember the street name, but I don't know the house number."

"Well, that's a start." He hopped up to the consol and started spinning dials and punching buttons. "Street?"

"Storey Street."

"Storey Street is it! Here we go!"

Within a few moments, they both stood outside of the TARDIS, frowning at the flashing lights in the distance.

"Police?" Amy's heart started to pound faster. She had a sneaking suspicion, a lingering worry in her mind that now blew up to full-blown panic. She was running before she even realized she had made a decision to move.

"Amy!" The Doctor called. He was already running to catch up with her.

She reached the police tape a second before he did. Three gurneys waited to be loaded onto the ambulances waiting out in front of a small house. She didn't pause, slipping under the tape and heading for the nearest gurney.

A hand caught her arm halfway there.

"Excuse me, miss, but you can't be here. This is a crime scene. I need you to stay behind the tape please." The officer tugged her back.

Amy dug in her heels. "Who was killed?"

The man hesitated.

"Tell me, it's important!"

"A young lad and his parents."

"No one else?"

He gave her a strange look. "No. Did you know these people?"

"No." She shook her head and stumbled back. A small sense of relief set her legs wobbling and she was grateful when she felt the Doctor's arms around her, leading her back behind the tape. She wouldn't have made it back without him. "It's the boy, Doctor, did you hear? It's Benjamin."

"I heard. More importantly, I saw. I took a peek at the body while you were talking to the officer. Those wounds weren't made by any human weapon."

"Aliens?" Her deepest fears were confirmed. "They killed the family. They took Rory. They drew him away from us, which means -"

"Which means they wanted him particularly." The Doctor put both of his hands on her shoulders, face solemn. "We'll get him back, Amy, I promise."

It took some effort for her to draw her eyes away from the crime scene and back to her friend's face. When she managed it, she gave a jerky nod. "Of course we will. We always find each other, don't we?"

"Right." The Doctor grinned and began pulling her back in the direction they'd come from. "Let's go back to the TARDIS."

Rory felt like one gigantic bruise by the time he arrived at whatever location the aliens decided to take him to. The van that they had put him in had no seats, nothing to hang onto, nothing but emptiness to roll around in whenever they came to a sudden stop - which happened way too often to be accidental.

Now the van stopped for longer than a traffic light and he knew that they had reached their destination. He dragged his protesting body over to the doors and crouched next to them.

A low murmur reached his ears, but it was too muffled to make out. The lock on the back door came undone. As soon as he saw a crack of light stream into the van, Rory slammed the door open, sending someone flying as he jumped out of the vehicle and punched the first guy he saw.

Two down. He glanced around with a sinking heart as he realized he was in a gigantic room, filled with humanoids that all had their weapons pointed at him.

Too many, but they wanted me alive so there's not much chance they will kill me...I hope. Rory took only a second to realize that he was sorely outnumbered before he took a swing at the next person standing in his way. This time he grabbed the stunned humanoid's weapon and shot three others nearby.

A sharp, burning pain gripped him from head to toe. He dropped his weapon as convulsions shook him.

When the pain finally receded to a point where he could actually think clearly once more, Rory found himself on the ground, staring at the boots of the man who had kidnapped him.

"We really should have expected no less from you, but I'd advise you not to resist anymore. You'll only bring more pain on yourself."

Rory pushed himself up on trembling arms. "If you know me so well then you know that I don't give up that easily."

The man smiled as if he'd expected and rather enjoyed this answer. "Of course not. Take Mr. Williams to his room please."

Two guards grabbed hold of his arms, one on either side. When they hauled him to his feet, Rory was surprised to find that he could no longer stand on his own. Instead, he sagged between his two guards in a rather undignified fashion as they dragged him past all of the other soldiers in the room.

Rory did his best to stay alert as they entered a long, pale blue corridor. There were no lights along the way, but the walls themselves seemed to glow with a soft light. They turned down another hall, this one a light green shade. Though this hall was longer than the other, they still did not stop, nor did they pass any doors. It was all one hallway after another - each with no doors or windows, each a different color. They finally stopped in the middle of a pale yellow hallway.

"You would have to stop here. I hate yellow," he grumbled. His tongue felt thick and ungainly in his mouth.

The guards did not respond. One of them stepped forward and placed his hand on the wall. Immediately, a panel rose from the smooth surface and slid to one side, revealing a small room with nothing but a bed, a toilet, and a sink - all of them a pale yellow.

Rory wrinkled his nose. "Couldn't I stay in the blue hall?"

Again, there was no response, they simply dragged him into the room and dropped him on the bed. He managed to wiggled around in time to see the panel close, the seams of the doorway disappearing completely.

He was well and truly trapped.

He flopped back onto his pillow. "I hate yellow."