Rory threw his dart.

"46," Amy shook her head at him, "Rubbishy rubbishy rubbish."

"Hello. It's a double time," Rory argued.

"A wrong side of the wire, mister."

"You're…red."

"No, I'm not." Amy laughed, "Stop trying to put me off."

"Can I join?" Star asked.

Amy casted a glanced at Rory, They'd tried to play darts with her before but she'd cheated, they were sure of it. She did throw the dart in the completely wrong direction but it still hit bull's-eye. "As long as you don't cheat." she held out a dart as Star came skipping down and grabbed it.

"Who do you think I am?" Star cried in mock-outrage, "I would never cheat at darts." she laughed as aimed her dart...

"Who wants fish 'n' chips?" the Doctor called, as Star let go of her dart hitting the bull's-eye, she grinned. The Doctor turned the scanner off as Rory raised his hand, "I'll drop you both off. Take your time. Don't rush."

"Uh, and you?" Rory frowned, lowering his arm.

"Star and I have things to do, things involving...other things."

"What things?" Star blinked.

"You know...those things."

"Oh." her eye widened as she realised, "Yes! Things, needed to be done…"

"Well we'll stay with you," Amy nodded, as she and Rory joined him as the console, and Star came up after them, "We'll do other things."

"Nope." the Doctor shook his head.

"Whatever you up to, we'd like to be involved."

A klaxon suddenly blared and the TARDIS began to buck. Rory grabbed hold of railing while Amy and Star grabbed the console as the Doctor tried to get to the controls.

"It's a Solar Tsunami," Star called, swinging the monitor around to her.

"Came directly from your sun." the Doctor added swinging the monitor around to him, "A tidal wave of radiation. Big, big, big!"

"Oh, my tummy's going funny." Rory groaned.

"Well, the gyros are dissipated," Star swung the monitor back, "Target-tracking is off-line."

With a grunt the Doctor pulled a lever, that did nothing, "Assume the position!" he shouted. Amy ran to sit on the jump seat, hands over her head as Rory did the same, kneeling in the floor. While the Doctor and Star crouched holding onto the console.

The TARDIS jolted to an abrupt stop, Amy and Rory looked up as the Doctor and Star jumped up. "Textbook landing!" the Doctor exclaimed.

"Come on!" Star laughed grabbing the Doctors hand, running out the door, causing Amy and Rory to follow them.

They stepped out and looked out at the weathervane at the top of the spire on a run-down looking monastery.

"Behold!" the Doctor cheered, "A cockerel. Love a cockerel. And underneath, a monastery, 13th century."

"Oh, we've gone all medieval." Amy commented.

"I'm not sure about that." Rory remarked.

"Really? Medieval expert, are you?"

"I think the Dusty Springfield playing gives it away." Star laughed as 'You don't have to say you love me' played.

"Oh."

They walked towards a stairway and see a hole in the ground with an exposed pipe, "These fissures are new." the Doctor muttered, "The solar Tsunami sent out a huge wave of gamma particles. This was caused by a magnetic quake that occurred just before the wave hit."

"Well, the monastery's standing," Amy pointed out.

The Doctor pulled out a snow globe and shook it, "Yeah, for now," he studies the globe as the snow fell and put it away again.

"Doctor, look." Rory pointed at the words in the pipe, 'Danger Corrosive.'

"Ah, it's a supply pipe," the Doctor nodded, scanning it with the sonic, "Ceramic inner lining. Something corrosive. They're pumping something nasty off this island, to the mainland."

"My mums a massive fan of Dusty Springfield," Rory remarked.

"Who isn't? Right, let's go. Satisfy our rabid curiosity." he held out a hand for Star who took it and they walked up the wooden stairs and into the monastery's courtyard, looking around at the ruins that still seem habitable.

"So, where are these Dusty Springfield-loving monks, then?" Amy asked.

The Doctor scanned around, "I think we're here. This is it."

"Doctor, what are you talking about?" Rory shook his head, "We've never been here before."

They climbed up some more stairs.

"We came here by accident." Amy reminded him.

"'Accident?'" Star scoffed, looking at the Doctor pointedly, "Yes. Accident."

Rory touched one of the pipes running along the stairs and quickly pulled away, "Ah! Ow!"

"Acid." Star realised, "They're pumping acid off this island."

"That's old stuff," the Doctor added, "Fresh acid? You wouldn't have a finger."

An alarm blared as they continued up the stairs an Amy looked at her husbands hand. "Intruder alert! Intruder alert!"

"There's people coming, well, almost."

"Almost coming?" Amy frowned.

"Almost people."

"I think we should probably go," Rory said as the Doctor and Amy continued on.

"Come on!" Star pulled him off.

"I'm telling you, when something runs towards you, it's never for a nice reason."

The Doctor, Star, Amy and Rory ran into a room, stopping when they saw the human-shaped harness, three of them occupied by people in orange jumpsuits.

"What are all these harnesses for?" Amy wondered.

"Uh, the almost people?" Rory guessed.

"What are they, prisoners? Or are they meditating, or what?"

"At the moment," Star shrugged, "The 'or what?' category."

"Halt and remain calm." the computer commanded.

"Well, we've halted," the Doctor looked at each of them, "How are we all doing in the 'calm' front?"

At that moment three people entered the room, a young man, an older man and a young woman, the men carrying lances pointed at them. The Doctor quickly pulled Star behind him.

"Don't...move!" the older man ordered.

"Stay back, Jen," the young man kept the woman back, "We don't know who they are."

"So let's ask them," Jen remarked, "Who the hell are you?"

"Well in the Doctor," he introduced, "This is Star. And this is Amy and Rory and it's all very nice, isn't it?"

"Hold on," Amy frowned, looking between the people and the harnesses, "You're all, what are you all, like, identical twins?"

Another young man and an older woman in dark, sturdy suits ran in.

The older woman stepped forwards, clearly in charge, "This is an Alpha-grade industrial facility. Unless you work for the military or the Morpeth Jetson, you are in big trouble."

"Actually," he held up the psychic paper, "You're in big trouble."

"Meteorological department, since when?"

"Since you were hit by a solar wave."

"Which we survived."

"Just, by the look of it. And there's a bigger one of the way."

"Which we'll also survive. Dicken, scan for bugs."

Dicken, the young suited man next to her, held up a scanner, "Back against the wall. Now."

The Doctor, Star, Amy and Rory backed against the wall.

"You're a factory," Star realised, "Not a monastery. 22nd century, army-owned factory."

"You're army?" Amy gaped.

"No, love, we're contractors and you're trespassers." the woman remarked.

Dicken finished his scan, "It's ok, boss."

"All right, weatherman, you I.D. checks out. If there's another solar storm, what are you going to do about it, hand out sun block?"

The Doctor fake-laughed, "We need to see your critical systems."

"Which one?"

"You know which one." Star made eye contact with her.

~.~

They entered a room with a large vat on a raised platform. In front of it on the floor was an open tub the size of a person. The Doctor walked around to the opposite side with Star, looking down at the white bubbling liquid inside.

"There you are." the Doctor mumbled.

"Meet the governments' worst kept secret," the woman, Cleaves, they'd learnt as they we're led down to the room, explained to them, "the flesh. It's fully programmable matter. In fact, it's even learning to replicate itself at the cellular level."

"Right." Amy nodded, "Brilliant. Lost."

"Okay. Once a reading's been taken, we can manipulate its modular structure into anything; replicate a living organism, down to the hairs on its chinny-chin-chin. Even clothes and everything's identical, eyes, voice."

"Mind, soul." Star muttered.

"Don't be fooled, Star. It acts like life, but it still needs to be controlled by us from those harnesses you saw."

"Wait, whoa, hold on." Rory frowned, "so…you're flesh now?"

"Im lying in a harness back in that chamber. We all are, except Jennifer, here. Don't be scared. This thing? Just like operating a forklift truck."

"You said it could grow." The Doctor recalled, "Only living things grow."

"Moss grows. It's no more than that. This acid is so dangerous; we were losing a worker every week. So now, we mine the acid, using these doppelgangers, or 'gangers'. If these bodies get burnt or fall in the acid…"

"Then who the hell cares?" the young male ganger finished, "right, Jen?"

"Well, the nerve ending automatically cut off," Jen ignored him, "Like airbags being discharged, except we wake up and get a new ganger."

"It's weird," the older male ganger admitted, "But you get used to it."

"Jennifer, I want you in your ganger," Cleave ordered her "Get back to the harness."

Jen left and the Doctor pulled out the sonic and scanned the flesh.

"Hang on," the young male ganger called, "What's he up to? What are you up to, pal?"

The Doctor struggled to move his arm, "Stop it. Ahh!" he pulled his arm back. "Strange. It was like, for a moment there, it was scanning me." He glanced at Star who frowned at the flesh; he put the sonic back in pocket and touched the flesh with his palm.

"Doctor…" Ganger Cleaves warned him.

"Ahh." He shook his hand but couldn't pull away.

"Get back, Doctor. Leave it alone!"

"Ahh! Ah! Gah!" Star rushed over to help pull his arm away, "I understand."

"Doctor, are you alright?" Amy asked, rushing over.

"Incredible. You have no idea. I mean," he looked at Star who looked back, "I felt it in my mind. I reached out to it and it, to me."

Star dipped her finger in it, and moved it around slightly before pulled away. Nothing. She got nothing.

"Don't fiddle with the money, Doctor." Ganger Cleaves rolled her eyes at him.

"How can you be so blinkered?" the Doctor looked at her, "it's alive, so alive. You're piling your lifes, your personalities, directly into it."

Lightning crashed outside and the Doctor took out the snow globe as the ground shook.

"It's the solar storm;" Stars eye widened, "the first waves come in pairs, pre-shock and full shock, its close."

"Buzz, the comms are still too jammed with radiation." Ganger Cleaves turned to the young male ganger.

"Okay," he nodded, "Then we'll keep pumping acid until the mainland says stop. Now, why don't you stand back and let us impress you."

They stepped back and watched as flesh began to pour into the tub and began forming a face. The mouth, then the eyes and formed a human body, and there was Jennifer in her orange jumpsuit though her face was half-formed. She sat up with a gasped, fully-formed.

"Well, I can see why you keep it in a church." The Doctor remarked, "The miracle of life."

"No need to get poncey," Ganger Buzz said, "its just gunge."

"Guys, we need to get to work." Ganger Cleaves ordered.

"Okay everyone," the older male ganger nodded, "Lets crack on," he helped the Ganger Jennifer out of the tub.

"Did we mention the solar storm?" Star looked at them. "We need to get out of here."

"Well, where do you want us to go? We're on a tiny island."

"Well, we can get you all off it." the Doctor replied.

"Don't be ridiculous." Ganger Cleaves scoffed, "we've got a job to do."

"It's coming."

An alarm blared.

"That's the alarm." Ganger Jen looked up.

"How do you get power?" Star asked.

"We're solar and we use a solar rotor." Ganger Cleaves answered, "The weather vane."

The Doctor sighed, "Big problem."

"Boss, maybe if the storm comes back, we should get underground." The older male ganger suggested, "The factory's seen better days. The acid pipes might not withstand another hit."

"We have 200 tons of acid to pump out." Ganger Cleave reminded him, "we fall behind, we stay another rotation. Anyone want that?"

"Please," the Doctor grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side, "You are making a massive mistake here. You're right at the crossroads of it. Don't turn the wrong way. If you don't, if you don't, prepare for this storm, you are all in terrible danger, understand?"

"My factory, my rules." She walked away.

"We need to check the progress of the storm," he snapped his fingers, "Monitoring station." She hesitated so he snapped them again, "Monitoring station!"

"3 lefts a right, and a left." she replied, "3rd door on your left."

"Thank you." he left with Star, Amy and Rory following.

They entered the monitoring station as the building shook. In the centre of the room is a circular bank of instruments.

"The wave's disturbing the earth's magnetic field." Star frowned, "there's going to be the mother and father of all power surges."

"You see this weather vane," the Doctor pointed up, "the cock-a-doodle-doo? It's a solar rotor, feeding the whole factory with solar power. When this wave hits, kaboom. We've got to get to the cockerel before all hell breaks loose." He stopped at the doorway and chuckled to Star, "never thought I'd have to say that again."

"Not now." She groaned, before turning to Amy, "Amy breath!" they ran off.

~.~

They ran across to the tower where the solar rotor was.

They quickly climbed the ladder outside the tower, the Doctor swung to the right and Star swung to the left, pulling the power box open, with a grunt. The Doctor dug in his pockets for the sonic when lightning hit the tower and they both fell off it down to the roof.

~.~

The Doctor came to with a gasped and sat up to see Star next to him, lying on her back, still unconscious. He knelt next to her and gently shook her wake.

She blinked her eyes opened and looked up to see the vane gone.

"That's not good." She breathed.

"Not at all." He agreed, helping her up.

They walked down the stairs to see Cleaves, standing there, bewildered.

"Cleave, your not in your harness!" the Doctor exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, Doctor," she whispered, "You were right."

"You've lost all power to the factory." Star told her.

"Doctor, Star, I abandoned my team."

"Well, let's go get them." the Doctor took her hand and they headed inside.

"How long would you say we were unconscious for, Cleaves?" the Doctor asked her as they walked down the tunnels.

"Not long," she shrugged, "a minute. 2 minutes."

"I'd hazard we've been out a teensy but longer."

"Well, how long".

"An hour." Star stated.

"I've seen while worlds turn inside out in a hour." the Doctor sighed, "A lot can go wrong in an hour."

They ran up the stairs and into the harness room to see Amy checking on Buzz, Dicken and Jimmy while Rory was comforting a clearly traumatised Jen.

"Doctor, Star," Amy called, seeing them, "Look. These are all real people. So where are their Gangers?"

"Don't worry," Cleaves waved her off, "When the link shuts down, the Gangers return to pure flag. Now, the storms left us with acid leaks all over, do we need to contact the mainland. They can have a rescue shuttle out here in no time."

"Shush," Star ushered for silence, "Do you hear that?"

They all quietened and Dusty Springfield playing.

"That's my record." Jimmy breathed, "Who's playing my record?"

"Your Gangers. They've gone walkabout." the Doctor remarked.

"No, it's impossible," Cleaves argued, "They're not active, cars don't fly themselves, cranes don't lift themselves, and Gangers don't..." she trailed off as the music continued.

~.~

The group slowly entered the dining hall to see the record playing on the turntable.

"No way." Buzzer breathed.

"I don't..." Cleaves shook her head in disbelief, "I don't believe this."

"They could've escaped through the service door in the back," Jimmy reasoned.

"This is just like the Isle of Sheppey," Buzzer commented.

The Doctor sat at the table and loomed at a house of cards, "It would seem the storm has animated your Gangers."

"They're ransacked everything," Cleaves gaped.

"Not ransacks, searched." Star corrected.

"Though our stuff?"

"Well technically, it's their stuff."

"Searching for what?" Jimmy wondered.

"Confirmation." the Doctor replied, "They need to know their memories are real."

"Oh, so they've got flaming memories now," Buzzer rolled his eyes.

"They feel compelled to connect to their lives, yeah."

"Their stolen lives." Cleaves glared.

"No, bequeathed." Star corrected, "You gave them this. You gave them your personalities, emotions, traits, memories, secrets...everything."

"You gave them your life's." the Doctor added, "Human life's are amazing. Are you surprised they walked off with them?"

"I'll say it again, Isle of Sheppey." Buzzer repeated, "Ganger got an electric shock, toddled off, killed his operator, right there in his harness. I've seen the photos. This bloke was..."

"Even if this had actually happened," Jimmy cut him off, "They can't remain stable without us plumped into them, can they, boss?"

"I guess we'll find out." Cleaves shrugged.

Jennifer gasped and Rory went to her side, "Are you okay? Do you need some water?"

"I feel funny," she clutched her stomach, "I need the washroom." She ran out of the room.

Rory followed her, "I'll come with you."

Dickens sneezed, "sorry."

The Doctor leaned forwards and studied the cards as Star hopped into the table, and looked at them upside down.

"That was me," Buzzer said, watching them, "it's good to have a hobby. So, what, my ganger did that, all on its own?"

"Who taught you to do it?" Star asked him.

"My granddad."

"Well, you Gangers granddad taught him to do it, too." The Doctor continued, "You both have the same childhood memories, just as clear, just as real."

"No." Buzzer knocked the cards down.

"There just scared and disorientated," The Doctor sighed, "There struggling to come to terms with an entire life in their heads."

Star hopped off the table and went to examine a microwave a few feet away.

"We nee to protect ourselves," Jimmy decided.

"Are you a violent man, Jimmy?" Star asked him as she put a container of food in the microwave.

"No."

"Then the other Jimmy isn't either."

"Don't tell me you can eat at a time like this, Star." Cleaves stared at her in disbelieve.

"There's always time for food."

The Doctor shook his head at her and turned to Cleaves, "You told me you were out cold for a few minutes, Cleaves, when in fact, it was an hour."

"Sorry, I just assumed..." she trailed.

"Well, it's not your fault. Like I said, they're disorientated,"

"Amy, when you got to the alcoves, who was in harness?" Star asked as the microwave went off and she pulled the plate out with a towel but the Doctor slapped her hand away and did it himself. Both knowing exactly what had happened.

"Um, Jimmy and Dicken were helping Buzzer out." She recalled.

"And Jennifer?"

"She was standing on her own when we got to her."

Star nodded as the Doctor handed the plate to Cleaves; she held it in her hand.

"It's hot." the Doctor told her.

She hissed as dropped the plate to the ground, shattered. "Ah."

"The transmitter's still a little rubbery," he examined Cleaves hand, "the bruise endings are not quite fused properly."

Cleaves pulled her hand away, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"It's okay."

"Why didn't I feel that?"

"You will. You'll stabilise."

"No. Stop it. You're playing stupid games. Stop it!" she turned her back on him.

"You don't have to hide," Star called softly to her.

"Please. Trust me," the Doctor pleaded, "I'm the Doctor."

Ganger Cleaves turn to them, hissing, her face half-formed.

Buzzer grabbed a knife from the table as approached her, Jimmy held him back. "Where's the real Cleaves, you thing?!" Buzzer demanded, "What have you done with her?!"

"That's good," Star smiled encouragingly Ganger Cleaves, "You remember."

"This is early flesh, the early stages of the technology," the Doctor reached out a hand to her, "So much to learn."

"Doctor, what's happening to her?" Amy asked.

"She can't stabilise, she's shifting between half-form and full-form. For now at least."

"We are leaving!" Ganger Cleaves shouted as she lunged at the Doctor with a growl and ran screaming from the room.

"Let her go."

"Rory!" Star gasped.

"Rory?"

Amy turned and threw her arms up, "Rory!"

"Rory..." Star breathed, knowing that he was likely with the unstable Ganger Jen.

"Oh, Rory! Always with the Rory!" The Doctor sighed before running out of the room with Star, Amy and Jimmy. They ran down a few tunnels and out off one of the buildings, to find their way blocked by leaking acid from the pipes on the ground.

"The explosion must've trip tired the acid feeds," Jimmy remarked, "We're going to need the acid suits."

"No, no, no, we haven't got time," the Doctor ushered them back,

"Back, back, back."

They ran down more tunnels, taking the long way to the washroom. The stopped seeing a hole in one of the stall doors.

"Rory!" Amy shouted.

Star looked in the sink to see a pile of flesh, "Jennifer's a ganger too."

Amy turned to the Doctor, "You said they wouldn't be violent."

"But we did say they were scared and angry." he countered.

"And early technology, is what you said," Jimmy eyed them, "You seem to know something about the flesh."

"Do you?" Amy accused, "Doctor? Star?"

"You're no weatherman. Why are you really here?"

"We have to talk to them," Star decided.

"We can fix this," the Doctor agreed and they ran from the room.

"Wait!" Jimmy shouted, following them, "What's going on? Where's the real Jennifer?" he caught up with them as they reached the top of some stairs and headed down another tunnel but pulled back as steam burst from a pipe, acid in the ground.

"It's too dangerous out here with acid leaks," Star mumbled.

"We have to find Rory!" Amy insisted.

"Yes! We do!"

"Yes," the Doctor agreed with them, "I'm going back to the TARDIS. I'M going back," he looked at Star who pouted, "Wait for me in the dining hall. I want us to keep together, okay? No more wandering off."

"And what about Rory?" Amy asked.

"It would be safer to look for Rory and Jennifer with the TARDIS."

Humming turned and spotted a box in the wall, "Here we go," he opened it and pulled out a large container, "Distress flares," he closed the box and jumped seeing the Doctor there, causing Star to giggle.

"Exit?" he asked.

"Keep going straight," he sighed, "Can't miss it. But you're never going to get your vehicle in here."

"I'm a great parker." he left.

"No, he isn't," Star muttered, running after him.

~.~

"Boo!" Star laughed, creeping up in the Doctor as he made his way back to the TARDIS.

"Star!" he gasped, "I told you to meet me in the dining hall."

"Yes but I never agreed to it."

He puffed out his cheeks, she didn't actually agree, he shouldn't have been surprised she'd followed.

They headed down the stairs to we're the TARDIS was parked.

They stopped and looked down, "What are you doing down there?" the Doctor whined seeing the TARDIS almost completely sunk into the acid-saturated ground.

"Really!" Star huffed, she jumped suddenly as she felt a sharp pain in her foot, looking down the both spotted that they were in a puddle of acid. The Doctor wasn't as lucky as he dug round in his pockets before noticing acid had begun to eat away at his boots, he quickly got out of them and jumped onto the stairs and they headed back or the monastery.

~.~

They walked into the acid room, to see the acid suits.

"Hello," Star grinned, seeing the half-formed Gangers.

"How are we all getting on?" The Doctor smiled.

"Why don't you tell us?" Ganger Cleaves countered.

"Well, we have two choices. The first is to tear each other apart." Star told them.

"Not our favourite," the Doctor interrupted.

"The second is to work together."

"Try to work out how best we can help you."

~.~

The Doctor and Star, led the Gangers, now fully-formed down the tunnels, "Now, we know its hard for you to hold your fully human form," the Doctor reassured them, "That's why you keep shifting between the flesh stages, but do try."

"It's make the other less scared of you," Star added.

"Okay," the heard Amy speak from inside the dining hall, "Let's not do anything at all..."

"Until the Doctor and Star gets here." the Doctor, Star and Amy finished in unison.

"Hello." Star waved.

The Gangers entered behind them.

"This is..." Jimmy began.

"You're telling me." Ganger Jimmy agreed.

"All right, Doctor, Star," Ganger Cleaves looked at them, "You've brought is together, now what?"

"Before we do anything," the Doctor began, "I have one very

"Important question...has anybody got a pair of shoes I could borrow? Size 10. Although I should want you, I have very wide feet."

~.~

The Doctor sat on the edge of the table, now he brown boots he'd been given, as Star sat cross-legged next to him. Amy stood behind them. On one side the gangers stood, the others stood opposite them, Rory standing next to Ganger Jen.

"The flesh was never really moss." The Doctor explained to them, "They're not copies. The storm has hardwired them. They are becoming people."

"With souls?" Jimmy frowned.

"Rubbish." Dicken sneered before sneezing.

"Bless you." his Ganger called and Ganger Cleaves glared at him, "What?"

"We were all jelly once," the Doctor continued on, "little jelly eggs, sitting in gloop."

"Yeah, thanks," Amy grimaced, "Too much information."

"We are not talking about an accident that needs to be mopped up. We are talking about sacred life. Do you understand? Good."

"Now, the TARDIS is parked in an acid pool." Star told them.

"Trapped." The Doctor corrected. Amy and Rory looked at him, "I didn't park in an acid pool." The continued looked at him, "I didn't!"

"Anyway," Star kicked his foot, "Once we can reach her, we can get everyone off this island."

"Humans and gangers, eh, how does that sound?"

"Can we get home for Adam's birthday?" Jimmy asked.

"What about me?" His ganger looked at him, "He's my son, too."

"You? You really think that?"

"I feel it."

"Oh, so you were there when he was born, were you?"

"Yeah. I drank about 8 pints of tea and they told me I had a wee boy and I just burst out laughing," He laughed, "No idea why. I miss home. As much as you."

"Look, im not going to lie to you," the Doctor cut in, "it's a right odd mess, this. But, as you might say up north 'oh, well, I'll just go to 't foot of the stairs'. Ha ha ha. Eh, bye-bye, gone." Everyone stared at him, as Star shook her head at him, fondly "Or not. Good right. The first step is we get everyone together, then get everyone safe, then get everyone out of here."

"But we're still missing Jennifer and Cleaves." Amy reminded them.

"I'll go and look for them." Jimmy headed for the door.

"I'll give you a hand, if you like," he ganger joined him, "cover more ground."

"Yeah. Okay. Thanks."

Everyone watched the Jimmy's that they didn't notice Cleaves enter, "This circus has gone on long enough!" there was a crackle of electricity from the device in her hand.

"Oh, great," he ganger rolled her eyes. "That is just so typically me."

"Doctor, tell it to shut up."

"Don't do this!" Star pleaded, "Please don't!"
"Circuit probe. Fires about, oh, 40,000 volts. It would kill any one of us, so I guess she'll work on gangers, just the same."

"Its interesting you refer to them as 'it'," the Doctor commented, "but you call a glorified cattle prod a 'she.'"

"When the real people are safely off this island, then I'll happily tale philosophy over a pint with you, Doctor." She remarked.

"What are you going to do to them?" Amy frowned.

"Sorry, their monsters, mistakes. They have to be destroyed."

"Give me the probe, Cleaves." Star ordered.

"We always have to take charge, don't we, Miranda?" Ganger Cleaves asked, "even when we don't really know what the hell is going on."

Ganger Buzzer charged at Cleaves and she fired at him 3 times. He fell to the ground.

The Doctor knelt next to him, "Stop! Oh! Ah! He's dead!"

"We call it 'decommissioned.'" Cleaves glared, moving the probe towards Ganger Jen who gasped and ducked.

"You stopped his heart! He had a heart! Aorta, valves, a real, human heart! And you stopped it."

"Jen?" Rory called, seeing her hiding behind him.

"What happened to Buzz will happen to us all, if we trust you." Ganger Jen spat.

"Wait, wait." The Doctor stood up, "Just wait."

"No!" Rory yelled, seeing Cleaves aiming at Ganger Jen.

Star held out her hand and the probe flew out of Cleaves hand and into hers where she snapped it in half, a dark look in her red eyes as she looked directly at Cleaves, who looked spooked.

The Gangers took this opportunity to run out of the room.

"Wait!" the Doctor shouted after them. "Look at what you've done, Cleaves."

"If it's war, then its war." Cleaves glared, "You don't get it. How can you? It's us and them now." She turned to her crew, "us…and them."

"Us and them." Dicken nodded.

"Us and them." Jimmy sighed.

The Doctor sighed and looked at Star, who still had the snapped probe in her hands. Both unhappy with the turn of events.

~.~

Amy and Rory were having a quiet conversation as they covered up Ganger Buzzers body. Buzzer, Jimmy and Cleave were having their own whispered conversation.

"The most fortified and defendable room in the monastery?" the Doctor called, "Cleaves! The most fortified and defensible room in the monastery?"

Cleaves turned to him, "the chapel."

"Thank you."

"Only one way in, stone walls, 2 feet thick."

"You've crossed one hell over a line, Cleaves." Star crossed her arms at the woman, "You've killed one of them. They're coming back. In a big way."

"Come on!" the Doctor called and they ran from the room and headed to the chapel.

"What about the flares?" Jimmy asked.

"We'll worry about the flares when we're locked inside," the Doctor replied, ushering the crew in, leaving himself, Star, Amy and Rory, "Rory pond."

Rory hesitated, hearing Jennifer scream.

"Rory?" Amy turned to him, "Come on."

"Rory...?" Star eyed him.

"Jens out there," Rory said, "She out there and she's in her own," he headed down the tunnel.

"Well, if she's got any sense, then she's hiding." the Doctor called after him, "Rory!"

"I can't leave her out there!"

"Rory!" Star shouted after him.

"I know you understand that." he did. He knew what it was like to wake up and find out you weren't real.

"Get in here!" Amy cried, "Get in here!"

The Gangers appeared at the other end of the tunnel and Rory ran down a side corridor.

"Be careful..." Star yelled after him.

"There they are!" Cleaves gasped.

"Amy." the Doctor grabbed her and pulled her inside.

"Rory!" Amy yelled.

Star closed the door behind her.

"Amy," Star pulled her further into the room, "Amy, they are not after him, they're after us."

"Why?" a voice whispered from the far corner of the room, "Why?"

"Show yourself." the Doctor ordered, "Show yourself!"

"Ah!" it groaned.

"Doctor!" Amy gasped, as the Doctor and Star walked towards it, "Star!"

"Pass me the barrel." Cleaves ordered.

"We need something heavy," Dickens nodded, "Anything you can find."

Amy continued watching the Doctor and Star.

Jimmy let out a little laugh, "This is insane. We're fighting ourselves."

"Yes, it's insane," Star agreed, "And it's about to get even more insaner. Not as insane as me, though. But that's not even a word, is it?"

"Show yourself!" the Doctor called to the shadows.

"Doctor!" Amy shouted, "We are trapped in here and Rory is out there, with them. Hello! We can't get to the TARDIS and we can't even leave the island."

The Doctor opened his mouth to speak but another voice answered in his voice, "Correct, Pond. It's frightening, unexpected, frankly, a total, utter, splattering mess on the carpet, but I'm certain, 100% certain, that we can work this out," from the shadows stepped out a Ganger Doctor, his face fully-formed, "Trust me. I'm the Doctor."