Chapter 2- Down the Hole.
Rory didn't think, Rory just acted on impulse and that impulse told him to lunge towards the hole where his wife had just fallen down. Unfortunately for him, the Doctor wasn't exactly the quickest alien around and just as he started to pay attention, Rory's feet were also gone.
"For the love God" he muttered as he then moved closer to the hole and used the sonic on it, the inside lit up blue and the Doctor could see that the inside was different from the outside, it looked like metal. Leaning to the side, he licked a small portion and nodded, confirming his thoughts that the metal was also something he didn't know.
He was beginning to really hate not knowing; he felt almost human. A thought that made his two hearts skip a beat and he shuddered.
"Ponds!" He called down, his voice echoing like Amy's had earlier and he listened intently for any sign of Mr and Mrs Pond. After what seemed like far too long, he heard a soft noise, too soft for him to make it out. "Amy!? Rory!?" He yelled, much louder and as his voiced bounced off the metal all the way down to the bottom, the ground started to vibrate again.
Luckily, the Doctor had the sense to hold onto the edge of the chute and keep the grip until the vibrations had subsided. He sighed and dusted himself off and straightened his precious bowtie.
"Doctor!" Amy called, her voice sounding thin from all the way down the dark chute. "You need to come down here!"
The madman glanced down into the darkness and wondered how mad he truly was; voluntarily going down that seemed like a death which and that was coming from a nine hundred and five year old Alien.
"Hey, space man, come on!" And that voice was Rory and the Doctor let out a sigh of relief now that he knew they were both unharmed; nothing worse than having fatally injured humans messing up the interior of your TARDIS.
"Now is that really necessary?" He called back, his legs dangling over the side and he knew he would jump down there, to his friends; he was their protector because if one of them was hurt, the other would clump him round the head, most likely with a blunt object.
"Yes!" They both chorused and even the Doctor laughed at that before he pushed himself forward and felt the ground disappear from underneath him and then he was falling, endlessly falling and it was hard not to let out a little noise of fright.
And the he wasn't falling.
The Doctor was floating.
Literally floating; he was facing the floor with all his limbs spread out, he could smell the unknown dirty but just knew it was actual dirt.
And then he fell straight onto said dirt, is face landing with a thud.
"Ow" he moaned, rolling onto his back and rubbing his head and stared up at the small patch of light that shone a small oval light at the top of the chute. It was a really long way up.
Then Amy's face appeared above him, all smiles and dimples and red hair falling everywhere with dirt smudged on her left cheek and her neck. Then Rory added his face to the picture and the Doctor noticed that he was less composed as Amy; his hair was array and he was covered in dirt.
"How cool is that?!" Amy yelped excitedly, and held out a hand for the Timelord to take and she hauled him up into sitting position. A wave of nausea washed over him and it was hard to keep everything contained. "Yeah, ya feel sick for about a minute afterwards but, I mean, cool!"
Then Amy jumped up and bent her knees so her legs were higher off the ground and then she straightened them out and...hovered. The air between her feet and the floor was a shimmering purple and the Doctor reached into one of his many pockets and pulled out his Sonic, it was already whirling by the time it hit the shimmering veil.
And then he read the readings and his face paled and his blood ran cold and his two hearts dropped a beat.