Chapter Seven- Mr Teacher.
Amy, Rory, the little trail of Blips and the leader Blip were scurrying quickly down what Amy decided were their roads, how they got around. Passing a number of huts, Amy couldn't help but peer into some of them, they had no glass windows but most of the huts had some fabric or metal covering the entire gap in the walls, a makeshift curtain.
Amy and Rory were holding hands, a little bit too tight for Rory but he figured it probably wasn't the best time to mention his wife's surprising strength. Although they could see where they were going, it was dark and it stank; of stale air and mud and something else neither of the companions could recognise.
"Your alien friend- he calls himself the Doctor, but when we tried to place him in our medical centre, he refused. Why is this?" Blip asked as he walked down many roads and alleyways, Amy didn't know how he knew where he was going, everything looked exactly the same to her.
"He's just the Doctor" was the only explanation that she could give and he seemed to take it because he asked no further questions until they were at a really big mud building, a castle Amy though, a kingdom.
"He is a teacher on our planet; he fears for his safety, I will take you to him."
An hour or so later, they walked through two big doors and there, sitting in the corner of the room with what looked like a fish bowl on his head, was their raggedy Doctor, looking as chipper as ever with a huge smile on his face.
"Ponds!" He called, his voice muffled from the contraption on his face. "Welcome back to civilisation!"
"Doctor!" Amy roared and leapt straight into the arms of the Timelord, unable to help herself because she had missed him. Rory walked over and once Amy had released the man, he had given him a one armed awkward hug. "What happened?" Amy demanded.
"Well, what you saw happen to me wasn't actually something bad. These tunnels are actually equipped with some sort of system that recognised life forms; now whilst it didn't know me, it did know that I was in danger from their air, and that's why they trapped me. The next thing I know, I'm waking up with a bowl on my head and my bowtie all messed up."
Amy scoffed at the fact that the Doctor sounded more annoyed about the bowtie than anything else; she looked around herself to see that this place had chairs, actual wooden chairs and tables and lights, even a rug!
"Whoa, 60 Minute Maker Over or what?" Amy said, wandering over and sitting on one of the wooden chairs, sighing in comfort as she sank down on the cushion.
"They harvest from broken down ships; this is a dump planet where broken and non-repairable ships are taken, or just float into it. You'll see once we go lower that it's much better than here, not as much mud, but much more cleaner. I teach now!" The Doctor exclaimed, flicking his head- and the bowl- to the side to flick his uncontrollable fringe out of his eyes. "Their children will grow up to learn about all the planets the crashed ships have come from so I'm teaching them about the planets that aren't going to come across that much, or ever."
Rory was now listening intently to the Doctor and he suddenly felt like one of the school children he was talking about. All Rory wanted to do right now was to go back into the TARDIS and get away from all this mud; it was starting to drive him crazy.
"So, when can we leave?" Amy asked, voicing Rory's thoughts in that spooky way she had and Rory smiled at lovingly, not like she saw it, Amy was inspecting her mud covered nails with a grimace on her pale face.
"We can't!" The Doctor announced happily, a huge smile on his face as he rocked back and forth on his heels and pinged gently at his braces. "Well, no, that was a lie. We can!" He said this time, swiping away some dust from his fish bowl helmet. "After we help them build a ship and find them a new planet. Easy peasy!"
Amy groaned, Rory sighed and the Doctor just grinned and continued the rocking motion.