1969 had gone off without a hitch, and now they were at, "Raven- what?"

The Doctor stopped, looking around before he darted out.

"What is it?" Amy asked.

Anna shrugged, following her husband.

They were decidedly not at Raven-Skala. Instead, they appeared to be in an Earth motel.

"Anna, is this an anniversary gift? I haven't gotten you anything."

"What?" she asked, smiling slightly at the exuberance he was exhibiting. "Why'd you say that?"

"Because this isn't an Earth motel, it's just made to look like an Earth motel! The details on that cheese plant, I mean-"

"Why would you recreate an Earth motel?"

"No, no, no, Anna didn't recreate the Earth motel, she brought us here for the mystery!"

"Actually, I did neither," she corrected him. She frowned. "How does that work, anyway?"

"How does what work?"

"The anniversaries thing. Have I been married to you longer-"

"Yes," he answered, and she raised her eyebrows in an 'okay' sort of way. "But, also, we finally have an explanation for why I practically jumped your bones when we 'met'."

"Too much detail, thanks," Amy cut in.

"I'm just saying, two minutes after the war, you would think I'd be focused on other things, but back to the point, if you didn't draw us off course, then what did draw the Tardis off course?"

She suddenly realized there was a feeling in her chest, the kind that she used to get when she exerted too much of her power.

"Something's up," she said.

"Dear, I did just say-"

"Ooh, what're these?" she asked, suddenly distracted.

Rory followed her lead and started to read the labels on the bottom. He froze before he read, in a faint voice, "Dalek."

She felt something like a trigger happening, like it wanted to remind her of an episode but it couldn't. "Okay," she said. "Something is definitely off."

"Does that mean there's a dalek around here somewhere?" Rory asked, more than a note of trepidation in his voice.

"Anna? Any ideas?"

She stopped where she was, turning on the spot. "I think... I need to have a bit of a wander," she said, though she frowned because it was a feeling but it felt like it was coming from somewhere that was different than they normally did. She frowned before she nodded. "Yeah. Definitely need to have a wander. Be back in a mo."

Without another word, she stalked off.

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She wandered for a bit longer than a 'mo', wandering for what felt like ages before she found what she was looking for.

She didn't even know she was looking for it until she found it. A room with the number 24 on it. She worried her bottom lip, searching it. "It's definitely a trap. I definitely shouldn't go in there. Not without backup."

A moment later, she shrugged.

"I'm sure it's fine."

Without another word, she entered the room.

She stopped, horrified at what she saw.

"Oh my god."

"You left us. You left us to die."

She wanted to shake her head, wanted to say something to the ghastly vision in front of her. She would never forget her father so long as she lived and there he was, standing in front of her... except it was his rotting corpse that spoke through flaking lips.

"We died and it was your fault. What, you thought you could-" she watched as other family members came out of the bathroom, her best friend climbing out of the wardrobe, barely recognizable because of their zombification, but they were her family and she would know them anywhere, even after eight hundred years. "-teleport to a different dimension without any consequences?"

Her heart dropped to her stomach.

"What?"

"You left and it was like a bomb went off. We died because of you." Her father started to advance on her and she immediately stuttered back. "We died because of YOU!"

He screamed and she screamed as well, throwing her hand out and closing the door with her powers before she fell back against the wall, shaking her head. Instead of trying to make snese of it, she immediately got up, running as far and as fast as she could.

She literally barreled into the Doctor, grabbing onto him desperately in the same breath.

"My family they were here they were here I saw them, they were they were-" she shook her head. "Some kind of-of vision, or something, preying on-on- something- what the-" she shook her head. "We need to get back to the Tardis, NOW."

She couldn't understand the look on his face. "You saw your room, didn't you?"

She blinked at him.

"What the HELL does that mean? Room? What room?" she affected his accent on 'room' because it felt appropriate.

"This-this place, it manifests your worst fear, puts it into a room."

She furrowed her brows. "Why would it do that?"

"We- I don't know yet, but I'm working on it."

And then, she felt it. The draw of one particular person's emotions. She raised her eyebrows, smiling as she looked down at him. "My god, you... you beauty," she said, moving to the man in the suit who was tied to a chair, kneeling down in front of him. "That is just- that is- praise him." She nodded, looking down. "Praise... him..." she said, as if she were trying the words out and they were having difficulty fitting in her mouth. "Praise him." She nodded, looking at the Doctor. "I know what we're doing here."

Something snapped in her mind and she felt it. Like a river flowing into a lake, she could feel all of her worries and everything washing away.

She laughed, loud and long, before she nodded, giddy.

"Praise him."

As quickly as it had all made sense, it all fell apart just as fast. She cried out, putting a hand to her aching head as she fell to one knee.

"Fu-"

"Anna, talk to me, what's happening?"

"Something's-" she cursed. "Something's in my mind. No idea how it got past my mind shields-" she felt the river once more and she spoke quickly. "Brainwashing to praise something, oh, this is bad-"

In that moment, Anna did what she never did.

See, Anna was an all-powerful being. Anything capable of not only getting into her mind but also brainwashing her, it meant that it was a thing that shouldn't have her power in their hands.

So, she did the only thing she could do: she knocked herself out, trusting the Doctor to solve it.

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Anna fell limp in his arms and he immediately panicked, setting about scannin gher and finding that she was simply asleep.

"Anna? Anna, hey, come on, wake up-" he gently patted her cheeks, trying to bring some life back into her, but it was no use. He pushed the image of her being disintegrated from his mind, the beach flashing before his eyes and how he'd had to think, fo ra terrible moment, that his wife, the light of his lives, was really-

"Anna," he practically ordered her.

"Doctor!"

"What?" he practically shouted at the person behind him.

"I can't find Amy!"

It was just stellar timing that they heard the growl in the distance.

"That's probably nothing, right? That's probably just the hotel playing tricks," Rita, Clever Rita, said.

"Yeah, well, just in case, I vote hide," the Doctor replied.

What better place to hide than the rooms themselves?

"Grab Joe, come on, Rory- Rory?!"

First his wife, then his companions, could this day get any worse?

He realized he needed to stop even thinking things like that when he crammed in behind Gibbis and saw the Weeping Angels.

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"Amy! There you are!"

"Yeah, and look, I've found the Tardis!" she glanced behind him. "Where's everyone else?"

"I don't know, I walked through the door that said 'exit' on the off-chance I might find you and the door disappeared behind me. How did the Tardis get here?"

"Probably got teleported, just like we did," she said, pulling out her key and opening the door. "There's nobody else here, though, just a computer terminal thing-y with alien writing on it. The Tardis won't translate it, I've asked nicely."

"How've you done all of this in the five seconds since I saw you last?"

"Five seconds? It's been an hour! I tried calling you but the signal wouldn't go through." They walked into the console room. "I walked through the door too and it also disappeared behind me. Now, if we can just find a way to get into contact with the Doctor and Anna, we'll have saved the day!"

"Great," Rory said, in a tone that said it was anything but. "How're we supposed to do that if calling me didn't work? Besides which, do you have either of their numbers- what're you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm getting into touch with an all-powerful being the same way everyone else does: by praying."

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Gibbis dove for something out of his eyeline at the same time that he heard Rita shout. He called back to Rita, asking if she was all right, not daring to take his eyes off of the angels in front of them-

Well, not until he heard the door opening and closing. Then he couldn't help but swivel around to see...

"Joe."

Joe was gone, Rita was on the floor-

And the angels in front of him were just a bad dream.

Now, if only Anna not waking up was just part of the bad dream as well.

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"Dear Anna-"

"Dear Anna?" Rory critiqued.

"Hush you," she said, from her kneeled down position in front of one of the chairs on the glass platform. "Dear Anna, if you could please hear this and get your butt up here in what's probably a spaceship in the lower orbit, we would really appreciate it-"

"Amy? Rory?"

They both turned back in time to see-

"River?" They both said at the same time. "What're you doing here?" Amy asked.

"As a hobby, I'm Anna's Holy Consort," she told them. "I answer prayers where and when I feel like it. The question is, why are you praying to Anna?"

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He'd come to the conclusion that perhaps, if something had managed to get past her shields, Anna'd shut herself down, like a computer, so that the virus couldn't penetrate her firewalls... except it was nothing like that, but if it helped.

They'd been wandering the halls for a good ten minutes, still looking for Amy and Rory to find out where they'd wandered off to, when they found their way back to the ballroom. Joe's body was in here, staring up at nothing with a smile on his face, like he were happy to have been...

So, with no other choice, he examined Joe's body.

"Vitals still look good," Rita said, and he turned to look at her, a 'hm?' expression on his face. "Your wife's, I mean."

He frowned. "How'd you know she and I are married?"

"Wedding rings really give it away," she said. "Plus, I heard you all talking when you first arrived. About fake alien hotels?"

"Right," he said.

"Look, it's no more ridiculous than Howie's CIA theory or min-or mine."

"Which is?"

"This is Jahannam."

Surprise went through him. "You're a Muslim."

"Don't be frightened," she said, in a joking tone.

"Ha," he said, before he stood up from his position of being knelt over Joe's body. "You think this is hell?"

"The whole '80s hotel thing took me by surprise though."

"And all these fears and phobias wandering about, most are completely unconnected to us, so why are they still here?"

"Maybe the cleaners have gone on a strike."

He laughed. "I like you. You're a right clever clogs. But this isn't hell, Rita."

"You don't understand. I say that without fear. Jahannam will play its tricks and there'll be times when I want to run and scream, but I've tried to live a good life, and that knowledge keeps me sane, despite the monsters and the bonkers rooms. Gibbis is an alien, isn't he?"

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Okay. I'm going to file that under freak out about later."

He sighed through his nose, looking at his still sleeping wife.

"All right. What happened to Joe?"

"He died," he answered, simply.

Rita stopped at that and he glanced over at her to see the look she was giving him. "You are a medical doctor, aren't you? You haven't just got a degree in cheese-making or something."

"No! Well, yes, both, actually. I mean, there is no cause. All his vital organs simply stopped as if the simple spark of life, his loves and hates, his faiths and fears were just... taken."

"And... what happened to your friends?"

He shook his head. "Having a bit of a wander, I'd imagine. It's rule number one, don't wander off, but I've never, not once, found a companion what sticks to that rule." He grumbled, turning back to Anna and hoisting her up. "Come on," he said.

"Where're we going?" Rita asked.

"Now that I've examined Joe and some time has passed, we're going to try to find the rest of the gang. And hopefully figure out what's happening. Possibly not in that order."

"Definitely not in that order." He whirled around, taken by surprise at what he saw. "Hello, sweetie."

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When Anna came to, it was with a gasp of pain. She felt the programming leave her head and she cursed as she sat up, putting a hand to her head.

"Ugh, what happened?"

"Anna, hey," the Doctor said, and she looked up at him to see him sitting above her. She frowned, searching him. "How're you feeling?"

"Like I nearly got brainwashed- River."

"So good of you to join us," River said, searching her, her arms crossed over her chest. She was acting like... like how she acted during The Library. "Prey tell why you couldn't just whisk everyone away?"

She frowned, the Doctor frowning as well as they both looked at her. "What're you on about?" she asked, flinching at the pain in her head.

River raised her eyebrows before she shook her head. "Unbelievable," she said, before she teleported away, right in front of their eyes.

The Doctor frowned, looking back at Anna. "What's got her so worked up?"

Anna shrugged.

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"She and the Doctor are trapped in this hotel-thing. Rory and I think that we got teleported, so we need to get the Tardis down to where they are."

River walked to the center console, looking over readings and the like. "No, it just looks like..." she frowned. "That's odd."

"What's odd?" Amy asked, having dealt more with the time traveler than Rory had. He was awkwardly standing back, watching the two. It was strange, though, because it was like... he knew her, somehow. He didn't know how, but he felt like he did.

"Looks like... a bit of programming. If we... do this... No, I'm going to have to go out. Stay here, I'll be back in a moment."

Rory walked up to Amy after River had departed. "Does she seem-"

"-weirdly familiar to you, but in a way you can't explain? Yeah, she does."

"Who is she?" Rory asked, not having asked in the one interaction he'd had with her.

"Nobody knows. Not even the Doctor. But, I've this theory that she's like, their wife?"

"Their wife?"

"Yeah, I mean, you should see the way she handles Anna and the Doctor. It's hilarious."

"But they're... both married to her. Like... a three... uple?"

"Yep," Amy said.

"That's a thing?"

She threw him a look. "Come on, Rory. It's the Doctor. And Anna. Of course it's a thing."

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River deciphered the programming. Apparently, it was a prison designed for a species that was a distant cousin of the Nimon. It extracted people from everywhere and fed on their faith. Right there was a convenient list of both what they believed in and what they most feared.

Anna's name caught her eye, and of course, her faith and her fear followed. She was most afraid of being the cause of hurt to someone that she loved, and her faith...

River frowned.

"Sorry, what?"

Her faith was that she believed in her purpose of fixing people's lives.

She blinked.

She blinked again.

She felt herself start to grow cold, pieces clicking together that never had, not in her entire life. She understood it now, better than she'd ever gotten it.

What did that mean, 'fixing' people's lives? Who was she to say whether something was fixed or not? Anna was no different than the other all-powerful beings. She messed about wherever she wanted to, whenever she wanted to, all in the name of 'fixing' people's lives.

She quickly shut the program down, hearing the Doctor speaking. It was the only reason she was even able to remain a semblance of calm.

When Anna awoke, that calm flew out the window.

She was quick to teleport away after that.