Chapter Three- Mud and Dirt.
"So the good news is," the Doctor started, standing straight up and making sure his bow tie was in order, "we're still alive, isn't it? Humans are still alive; I think I did well on that part." He was stalling and Amy and Rory knew it, they knew this because of the way his alien face had completely fallen when he'd glanced at his sonic readings.
"And the bad news?" Amy asked, folding her arms over her chest and waiting impatiently for what news the Doctor had. Rory, ever faithful, looked at her face then down to her arms and copied the movement, looking more feminine then intimidating.
"Who said there was bad news?" The madman spoke, spinning on his heels and heading down one of two dark mud corridors, taking his fancy at this one for no particular reason, he just chose.
"Why are we going down this one? There's another perfectly nice-and-not-at-all creepy looking corridor" Rory called from where he was, still hovering at the entrance of one creepy looking corridor, or passageway, the Doctor wasn't yet sure what they were dealing with but they had to get out, that's all new knew.
"I don't know, I just chose and seeing as we're all this way, hurry up!" He almost barked, not wanting to snap at the poor human but losing his patience with each breath, along with his life.
What the humans failed to realised, and would never know, was that the air, or something in the air in this place was fatal to a Timelord; it consisted of Hybisas energy and something else that was far too long for a human to even have a hope of understanding.
"Aliens, so temperamental" The Doctor heard Amy mutter and he was close to spinning around and shouting that he wasn't just trying to save both their lives but his own as well. For, if he died, then they would be stranded on a planet that no-one knew anything about.
As it was, he couldn't stop a little snip at them both.
"Fine, you want to know the bad news, Pond? Because it is bad, it is very very bad and you will not like it, Ponds. Both of you, not one little bit. The air we are breathing, inhaling each little human second is deadly. Okay, you understand now? Not to you, Amy, or even you Rory but to me, a Timelord. I am trying to get myself out of here as well as you two because if I die, what on Earth are you two going to do?"
It was the longest tyrant the Doctor had been on in a long while and he took a deep, shaky breath in and let it out in an exasperated sigh before turning on his heel and marching away.
And walking straight into another version of the purple shimmering field that stopped long fields; but this one was instead covering an exit and when the Doctor looked at each of the sides, he could see that he was at a dead of shimmering purple.
"Doctor!" Amy yelled and her voice was high with panic that despite his annoyance, he turned around and met her frightened big eyes, which were a strange colour, all of her was and all of everything was.
It was turning into the shame shimmering purple because the corridor he had just stomped down was now getting blocked off until he was trapped alone in a box of mud and dirt.
He could see Amy and Rory yelling as they ran to him, but he couldn't hear anything but quiet muffles.
"Sound proof. Smart aliens" he muttered and tried to think of how to get his message across to his companions. "TARDIS" he mouthed once and when neither of them understood he yelled it, twice but it was no good.
So, in typical Doctor fashion, he pointed over their shoulders repeatedly until they both glanced back and he knew they could the faint light that was the precious TARDIS and then turned on his Sonic and held it above his head, pointing to the mud ceiling.
This was the only way he could think of to convey the message that he wanted to get their backsides back into the TARDIS.
Surprisingly, it was Mr Pond who understood the vague message fast and nodded to the Doctor gravely, looking at Amy with a pained look. She had both hands splayed out on the shimmering purple and the Doctor raised one hand to match hers, spreading his fingers wide to meet hers.
With a start, he realised it start to touch it and he could now see the pain in Amy's eyes but she didn't move and for that he was grateful, it was not like the Doctor to wish he was somewhere else this much.
He then pulled down his hand, looked around and noticed an air vent carved into one side as he stepped up to peer into he, he could smell something musky and then a smoke like substance started to stream out faintly. It was a form of knock out gas.
He spun to Rory and mouthed 'look after her' and shooed them both away with two quick hand gestures. Rory had to forcefully pull Amy away and then they were jus retreating figures.
The air was getting cloudy and the Doctor was getting tired.
That was when he fainted.