16: Arrow- missile shot from a bow; a long thin missile pointed at one end and usually with feathers at the other, fired from a bow

The Doctor yelled out in surprise when a group of arrows shot past his head as he ran. He grabbed River's hand and continued running.

"Maybe they wouldn't be after us if it weren't for you!" River said, trying to catch her breath.

"It's not my fault!"

"None of this would have happened if you hadn't blown up their moon!"

"I didn't mean to! And I put it back together," he replied, in complete denial that any of this was his fault.

"Yeah, with duct tape!"

"At least it still works. They should be thanking me," he huffed as they ducked under another bunch of arrows.

River stole a glance behind her, realizing a bit late that it was a very bad idea. There were three dozen bright red four-eyed aliens chasing after them, a bow and arrow with each one. They were very good at shooting arrows, as the couple had soon found out.

"River!"

"Yes, sweetie?" They continued running.

"What would happen if I stuck my fingers through your vortex manipulator while it's on your wrist and then we use it?" the Doctor asked rather quickly.

"I don't know, I've never tried it! It might transport both of us or it might fry you from the security."

"There's security on a vortex manipulator?"

"Of course. You never know who might try to steal it."

He gave her a look as they ran. Who indeed, he thought, other than his wife. "Well right now I think being fried is a lot better than being punctured by thirty-six arrows."

River held out her wrist and he fit his own wrist into her stolen vortex manipulator as best he could. She hit a few buttons, there was a loud noise, and they disappeared. When they reappeared, they were right outside the TARDIS.

"It worked!" the Doctor cried happily, jumping up and down.

River stared at him and laughed. "Yes, it did… And your bow tie is singed."

He looked down frantically and yelled when he saw that his tie was indeed singed. Well, more than singed: it was completely burnt. "No! It can't! I loved this bow tie."

"Calm down, it's not like you don't have hundreds of other ones."

"Yes, but… But… It died… My bow tie… Aww…"

She laughed again. "Let's get into the TARDIS before they find us again."

"But my bow tie."

"Get inside. Come on, we can go pick another one from the wardrobe."

"You'll help me?"

"Why not?" she said, smirking. Maybe she could get him to wear a normal tie for once.

And so the Doctor and his wife entered their ship as three dozen bright red, four-eyed aliens came running towards the mysterious blue box.