"Brilliant!" The Doctor cried, hitting the button. The lights switched on, lighting up the room.
"Well, guess we don't need these anymore," Donna said, tossing her glowstick behind over her shoulder. River smiled at her father, who still held the Sonic Screwdriver. The Doctor hurried over to him and collected his device. "Door all sealed?" The Doctor asked Rory. Rory nodded. "Excellent!"
"Rory, Donna, come on!" River called. The Doctor tossed her his Sonic Screwdriver, and she Soniced something on the wall. The wall was bare, Rory noticed. That was strange. He blinked as there was the noise of gears grinding, and the wall in front of River slid up.
"Finished!" She exclaimed.
"Good going, River!" said the Doctor. "Donna, Rory, Allons-y." He straightened his bowtie. "I see why I used to like that phrase so much." Rory noticed that Donna's face looked uncomfortable.
"What's the matter?" Rory asked. Donna glanced at him.
"I know you said that the strange bloke was the Doctor, regenerated, whatever that means. But he's just to… different. And when he uses that word, the Doctor's word..." she said a word so quietly that Rory almost didn't hear it. He thought she said 'Midnight'. What did that mean? Donna shivered slightly. "Are you sure that's my Doctor?"
Rory nodded.
"Seems like it."
"But at the same time," Donna said. "I can't stand this bloke." She walked forward to the other two.
"I know the feeling," Rory murmured. "He did kiss my wife on the night before our wedding. Or… did she kiss him?" He shook his head. "I'm talking to myself…"
The wall that slid up revealed a dark staircase. It was too dark to see where it led.
"Well, come on then," The Doctor said, hurrying up the stairs. His glowstick lead the way for him. River followed, then Rory. They staircase was so narrow that they had to walk one behind the other. Frankly, he felt like he was still in grade school when he walked in a line like this. There was a slight crash as the door slid down behind him. He flinched as they were enveloped in darkness. His, the Doctor's, and River's glowsticks were the only sources of light.
"Blimey, I wish I still had mine," Donna said ahead of him. Rory's glowstick illuminated her ginger hair.
"Oh, don't worry," piped up the Doctor up in front. "How long can the staircase be?"
Answer is, very long. They walked up, without any distinction of time or destination for who knows how long.
"How much longer?" Donna demanded. The heels of her shoes clinked on the metal of the steps.
"No idea," the Doctor murmured. "Thought we would have evened out by now."
"Well clearly, we haven't," Donna snapped. "Who's brilliant idea was going up this path?"
"Well, mine," the Doctor said. "And it was a brilliant idea at the time!" The Doctor did a little bounce on the steps and ended up bashing his head on the low ceiling.
Let's just say that Donna's yapping didn't help with the near concussion.

Amy was frozen, staring at the fire, which was eating away at their current only hope of defeating the Daleks. The Doctor was muttering to himself wildly, so fast that it was impossible to understand him. Amy caught a few words; 'Rose' and 'Extermination' were two of them.
As the Doctor muttered to himself, Amy watched the fire grow larger, large enough so that it was almost licking the pipes on the ceiling. Amy gulped. One spark could blow the room, but she knew that the Daleks would probably be fine outside of the place. Either that or there'll be a gas leak and it will choke them to death. Both options weren't acceptable.
"Doctor!" Amy said, the fire growing a few inches. The Doctor didn't respond. "Doctor! The fire!"
"Put it out!" he snapped. "I'm trying to figure something out!" He went back to muttering to himself. Amy glared at him.
"G-d, you're a rubbish version of the Doctor!" Amy growled.
"I am the Doctor," the Doctor shot back. Amy rolled her eyes, and noticed an extinguisher by the door.
She grabbed it and squeezed the handle.
The fire went out, and the control panel was covered in white foam-and so was the Doctor.
Amy stifled a giggle, as he wiped foam off his eyes. He glared at her.
"Thanks," he grumbled.
"No problem, Mr. Foam Finger," Amy giggled, her laughter too strong to hide.
Now the Doctor wanted to strangle the redhead. His knuckles clenched until they went white.
Amy dropped the extinguisher, and it landed on the floor with a loud clatter. The Doctor wiped some foam from his green shirt as Amy surveyed him.
"You know, with the foam beard and insanely long foam hair, you could be Santa Claus."
"Are you gonna shut it anytime soon?" He snapped. Amy bit her lip, holding back laughter. Hey, it's an angry Santa! Did he get on the naughty list again? But she kept quiet. "Blimey, you're more annoying than Mickey." The Doctor muttered.
"Who's Mickey?" Amy piped up.
"The Idiot," The Doctor answered as if it were totally obvious. Amy raised her eyebrows, and opened her mouth, then closed it.
"Ooooookaaaaaay…" She finally said. She tugged lightly on her hair bun, before undoing it and redoing it.
What? She was nervous.

Rose stared at him with a mix of bewilderment and fear as she pressed against the wall. He approached her slowly.
"Rose, it's me," he whispered. She blinked.
"Who are you?"
That was a phrase that tore at his hearts. He never expected to hear that.
Rose looked so young. There just wasn't any age or burden from their travels showing on her face (although she loved the travel). Not much, anyway. And her clothes… they were dirty, but they were familiar.
She wore a pink top jacket with a collar along with a jean jacket over that. She wore trousers and sneakers. Why were they familiar? Something suddenly occurred to the Doctor, a memory of an adventure in their first year of travel.
"Jack?" the Doctor whispered. "When you found her, was her hair in a bun?" He glanced up at him. Jack's face screwed up in concentration trying to remember. When he spoke, his fears were confirmed.
"It was. It was coming out of one anyway. Why?"
The Doctor choked back a sob that was coming on full force. He stood up, and glanced at Rose.
"Jack, come over here for a moment." He choked out. Jack stepped outside the little room and the Doctor joined him, ignoring Rose's sudden cries of 'where am I?' and 'who are you?'
"What's happening, Doctor?" Jack questioned, ignoring Rose, too. "Why doesn't she know us?"
The Doctor used all his will power to keep from crying.
"Rose only wore that outfit once." He said. "I remember it clearly."
"When?"
"She had just met her father. Almost right after that, we met more Daleks, and something happened." He blinked, and knocked on the side of his head. "I don't remember much of that day. Just really orange hair..." The Doctor said. "She hasn't met you yet." Jack's face fell.
"What?" He cried. "She met me for the first time on my ship. Not here!"
"Time isn't a straight line. It can bend and twist into any shape."
Jack's eyes widened. "She has no clue who you are, does she?" The Doctor shook his head.
"I haven't regenerated yet. She only knows my last incarnation." He choked back another sob, and his face turned stone cold, hiding his emotions. "I haven't seen her in years, and the one time I see her, and she has no clue who I am."
Jack didn't know what to say. How could he? There's no chapter in the Time Traveler's handbook about meeting someone you care incredibly deeply about before they've ever met you. Nor was there a chapter on how to comfort that person.
Blimey, Jack hated that part of time travel.
"Now I know how River feels," He muttered.
Jack raised an eyebrow.
"What river?" The Doctor glanced at him.
"Spoilers," he murmured.

Note From Whovianpower: Ya, I know it is a short chapter, but there is more to come. :)

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