First author's note: At this point I would just like to mention that I am an American and while I do watch a lot of British shows and movies, I am not completely knowledgeable of the differences between British English and American English. If you are aware of any such differences that I have overlooked please point them out. The descriptions and other text are permitted to sound a bit American, but I would like for all characters to speak with the words they would actually use.
"Where do we start?" The terrain around them was bumpy and grey. There wasn't much to discern one pile of dirty things from another. There were plastic body parts and debris scattered across the landscape, forming small hills occasionally. The Doctor spun around, sonic in hand. Amy looked towards the tracks of the machines they'd spotted earlier.
"We should see where those things went," She stated. The Doctor beamed.
"After you Pond!" As the duo walked it became more obvious that they had landed in something like a trash heap. The various odds and ends sticking out of the mounds around them could easily be labeled as useless. "I was on a planet like this once," the Doctor commented as he pulled out an object about the size of a hairdryer, "Less ash of course. Got a bit stranded. I had to create a teleport and swap places with a boy for a bit. You know, I wasn't even invited to my own funeral." Amy decided not to comment.
"Is the entire planet like this?"
"Could be, wouldn't bet on it though. That girl had to come from somewhere." The path swerved between two piles and stopped abruptly on the other side. "Well that's odd."
"Do you think they started flying?"
"Good thinking, but no. There's no technology in this era that could take off without leaving at least some form of evidence."
"I thought you said you didn't know where we were."
"Time Lord, Amy. We have time in our name for a reason." She rolled her eyes.
"So where'd they go then?" She asked, "They couldn't have just vanished."
"That is a very good question." The Doctor picked up some of the ash and examined it as he let it fall out of his hand, some of it catching in the breeze. "That's not right."
"What?"
"This ash is different from the stuff where we landed," He took a sniff of the powder left in his hand. "It smells like," He licked it and grimaced. "Yep, Sulfur, Carbon and Potassium nitrate, that's gunpowder, that's definitely gunpowder."
"Gunpowder," Amy repeated in alarm.
"Some of it anyway, it's mostly carbon and some calcium, the actual ash might have been wood, but there's still gunpowder in there, not a whole lot but some." The Doctor frowned. "It could only have been put here moments ago. Those machines wouldn't have put that here so-" The rest of his sentence was cut off by the sound a massive explosion. Amy and the Doctor shared a look before rushing up a nearby hill in the direction the sound came from. What they saw nearly left them speechless.
Redcoats, English Redcoats that had clearly just been attacked by a World War II style tank. The wounded were closest to the crater, their bodies covered in shrapnel and large gashes carved in their flesh. Yet for all the injuries there wasn't one drop of blood.
"Plastic," The Doctor breathed as the Englishmen scattered, "They're all plastic." There were limbs, heads, and chests strewn across the battlefield, some still showing signs of life, all clearly chopped off by some sort of sword or blown apart by some weapon. In the crater itself there was a rather large puddle of melted plastic. The Doctor looked towards the ground and noticed a distinct line between the ashy landscape they were on, and the grass of the battlefield.
"Shouldn't we be moving away from the violence?" Amy asked as the Doctor cautiously moved forward.
"There's no need to." He picked up an object on the ground and threw it towards the field. It disintegrated directly above the line. "Force field, keeps them in and us out. I wouldn't go touching it if I were you. Nothing they do can get to us." He looked back towards the battle and frowned. "Is that Napoleon in a tank?"
"Wait, Doctor," Amy said, "If nothing can get through that barrier, how did the gunpowder get over here?" There was a clicking sound behind them. They turned around and suddenly the Doctor was looking down the barrel of a musket.
"Put your hands up where I can see em'" The American cowboy ordered as his companion, a similarly rough looking gentleman, pointed his pistol at Amy. "Now!"
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