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Holy Roman Emperor Winston Churchill was sat at his desk as his doctor took his blood pressure. Two slaves were fanning him, one on either side.
"Not too many late nights in Gaul, I hope." The Silurian stated.
"Just the one." Churchill grunted. Doctor Malokeh looked down at his patient in exasperation, "I had an argument with Cleopatra. Dreadful woman. Excellent dancer."
"I can tell from your blood pressure." Malokeh muttered. Churchill turned to look at his clock.
"What time do you have, doctor?" He asked. Malokeh checked his pocket watch.
"Two minutes past five, Caesar."
"It's always two minutes past five. Day or night, it's always two minutes past five in the afternoon. Why is that?" He looked up at his doctor, looking and sounding thoroughly confused.
"Because that is the time, Caesar." Winston pointed at the calendar on his desk.
"And the date. Always the 22nd of April. Does it not bother you?" He continued, getting more agitated. No one seemed to notice it but him, but what was the point of having a time and a date if it never changed?
"The date and the time have always been the same, Caesar. Why should it start bothering me now?" Malokeh asked. Churchill sighed in frustration.
"I want to see the Soothsayers. Where are they?" He demanded.
"In the tower. Where you threw them the last time." Malokeh replied, used to the changes in his Emperor's attitude.
"Get them!" He demanded.
~0~0~0~
Two Roman guards lead two people, a man and a woman, down the corridor towards their Emperor at his command. Both were wearing dirty tunics and matching sandals, chains around their ankles and wrists. The man was twisted slightly, grasping the woman's hand tightly, fingers intertwined but neither looked up from the ground as they marched towards Churchill's office. When they reached their destination they were forced on their knees in front of the desk.
"Leave us!" Winston commanded and the soldiers left. Both keep their heads bowed in the presence of the Emperor, "Tick tock goes the clock, as the old song says. But they don't, do they? The clocks never tick. Something has happened to time. That's what you say. What you never STOP saying. All of history is happening at once. But what does that mean? What happened? Explain to me in terms that I can understand. What happened to time?" The man looked up and smirked slightly.
"A woman." The Doctor told him.
"You mean her?" He motioned to the woman sat bowed next to the Doctor, hands still clasped together. Her eyes were squeezed closed and she muttered under her breath while tapping on her thigh.
"No, not her. But it involves her." The Doctor explained.
"She never speaks. You are always talking, always insisting that something has happened but she has never spoken."
"They did something to her. My poor Danni." He turned away from his Emperor for a moment to watch her, a look of deep sadness etched into his face. A smile returned to his face as he felt her hand twitch, squeezing his fingers weakly, her only way of telling him she was still there.
"Tell me what has happened to time?" Churchill ordered, getting more and more frustrated.
~0~0~0~
The ship was almost completely destroyed. Flames surrounded the broken pieces of machinery and crew, engulfing them in an almost unbearable heat. He slowly approached a broken monster, laying on top of a pile of his comrades.
"Imagine you were dying. Imagine you were afraid and a long way from home and in terrible pain." He leant over the robot, grinning triumphantly, "Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, you looked up... and saw the face of the devil himself." he moved closer, almost as if he was trying to look directly into it's eye, "Hello, Dalek." The Doctor crowed. The Dalek's eyestalk began moving up and down in panic.
"Emergency, emergency, weapon system disabled, emergency! Emergency! Emergency!" It called for help, but the Doctor ignored it, instead hovering over its shell and using his screwdriver to lift the upper casing off it. A metal column ascended from inside the main body.
"Hush now, I need some information from your data core. Everything the Daleks know about the Silence!" The column opened in three different directions revealing the data core. He scanned the data and read the results.
~0~0~0~
The hooded figure of Gideon Vandaleur headed down the foggy alleyway not noticing the Doctor watching his every move from behind one of the buildings as he entered another. The Doctor followed after a moment and walked straight up to the bar. The red-skinned barman stared at him distrustfully from behind his protective grate.
"Gideon Vandaleur. Get him. Now." The Doctor demanded, getting straight down to business.
"Who says he's here?" The man replied with a glare. Instead of replying, the Doctor placed a Dalek eyestalk on the bar top. The bartender suddenly eyed him terrified and scurried off to fetch the man in question. The Doctor, meanwhile, made his way over to a table in a darkened corner of the room, pulled out 'Knitting for Girls' out of his impossibly deep pockets and began flipping through the issue until the hooded figure he had been watching sat down across from him.
"Father Gideon Vandaleur." The Doctor stated as the man removed his hood, revealing a pale man with brown hair and an eyepatch, "Former envoy of the Silence. My condolences." He whispered.
"Your what?" The man asked, confused.
"Gideon Vandaleur has been dead for six months." He pulled out his screwdriver and soniced the man from waist to head, before pointing it into his eye. He saw two people staring back at him, one a soldier who looked terribly surprised, the other Danni. He grinned at the sight of her, he hadn't seen her in so long it felt wonderful. She was wearing the same outfit she had been at Craig's house, she must have jumped from there.
"Can I speak to the Captain, please?" The Doctor asked and the soldier ran off towards the bridge. Danni, on the other hand, just waved at him happily.
"Hello Danni-Girl, didn't expect to see you in there." He said with a smile. Knowing he couldn't hear her, she shrugged in reply then pointed after the soldier to show her intent. She shot him a thumbs up and ran off.
"Hello again! The Teselecta, time-travelling shape-changing robot, powered by miniaturised people. Never get bored of that! Long time since Berlin." The Doctor began, not waiting for any sort of response from the little people inside.
"Doctor! What have you done to our systems?" The voice of Gideon replied, now obviously in control of Captain Carter.
"Hello Spaceman, fancy getting me out of here before you blow it up?" The man then asked and the Doctor almost laughed, knowing that Danni had most likely snatched the microphone out of the probably very angry captain's hand.
"Oh, They'll be fine, if you behave. Now this unit can disguise itself as anyone in the universe so if you're posing as Vandaleur, you're investigating the Silence... Tell me about them."
"Tell you what?" Back to the Captain, he could imagine Danni sulking with her arms crossed over her chest.
"One thing. Just one. Their weakest link."
~0~0~0~
The Doctor sat across from the Viking with an eyepatch similar to Gideon's, leaning back on his chair as the Viking tried to figure his way out of the predicament he was currently in. Danni was sat in the cheering crowd, all of which were jeering loudly knowing the fate of the large-headed man. Danni, on the other hand, could barely hear what was going on. Her head swam with the continuous beating, her blood pounding through her ears as she tried to focus on what the Doctor was doing, but was becoming increasingly more agitated by the crowd and him taunting the man. It always got worse when she was around anyone who had been exposed to the Silents for long periods of time, not as bad as when she saw an actual Silent but still almost drowning out the crowd completely. She growled as one spectator became over excited and banged into her before pushing him away. The man towered over her menacingly but she glared back at him.
"Touch me again and I'll chuck you into the ring myself." Danni hissed at him. He laughed.
"I'd like to see a little female human try that." He replied harshly. She grabbed the collar of his top and pulled him down to her eye level. He blinked, obviously surprised at her strength.
"You were saying." She taunted and chucked him to the ground. He scrambled up to his feet and moved farther away from her. She looked back out to see the Doctor knock his queen over and the crowd groaned loudly.
~0~0~0~
The Viking led the pair through an underground tunnel, dark and damp and covered in cobwebs. The Doctor followed behind him, holding onto Danni's hand who was walking a step behind him. They both eyed the skulls on the walls and floor apprehensively.
"The Seventh Transept. Where the Headless Monks keep the leftovers. Watch your step, there are traps everywhere." He warned them. Something scurried past their feet and Danni jumped with a squeak and moved nearer to the Doctor, who shot her an amused smile. She glared back in return and he turned back to look up the tunnel.
"Eww! I hate rats." He admitted.
"There are no rats in the transept." The Viking replied.
"Oh, good."
"The skulls eat them." The pair watched the skulls turn in unison to watch them as they continued on.
"Not so good." Danni mumbled. The Doctor didn't reply, just squeezed her hand reassuringly.
"The headless monks behead you alive, remember?" They reach the end of the tunnel, which led to a circular room. Like the tunnel, skulls littered every shelf and surface except for stone platforms in the centre, which instead had wooden boxes sat upon them.
"Why are some of them in boxes?" The Doctor asked.
"Because some people are rich and some people are left to rot." The Viking replied bluntly.
"Dorium Maldovar was always very rich." Danni pointed out. The Viking placed his burning torch into a sconce and the Doctor used his sonic to scan and unlock one of the more ornate boxes, sliding the door open after a small click indicated it was open. Dorium's head was sat inside, asleep, and the pair stared at him until he sneezed.
"Thank you for bringing us, Gantok." The Doctor told the Viking and Danni pointed to the Doctor in happiness.
"Oh I knew I knew he name!" She told him, "It was like, right there in my head."
"You can't be expected to remember everything." The Doctor told her and she shrugged.
"I used to, it was my only use." She replied and he shook his head.
"Most definitely not." He replied, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "I can think of one very particular thing you are very, very good at." She batted his arm.
"Gantok." She reminded him and he jumped back, blushing.
"Yes, right. Thanks, again." He stuttered, bringing them back to the conversation and away from the images floating around in his and Danni's head.
"It was my pleasure." Gantok started before aiming his gun at them, "It saves me the trouble of burying you. Nobody beats me at chess!" He stepped forward and onto a trap, screaming as a trapdoor opened and he fell. The Doctor moved to run over but Danni grabbed his arm tightly to stop him as the Viking was eaten by the skulls.
"You weren't going to save him. Don't go near it." She warned him.
"Why wouldn't you want to try and save him?" The Doctor asked, confused. She shrugged.
"What's the point? He was going to be eaten anyway." He scanned her with the sonic, reading the results after it popped up.
"They're getting worse." He murmured and she nodded.
"They're so loud." She told him before taking the screwdriver off him and using it to close the trapdoor. It slammed shut, waking the still unconscious Dorium.
"Hello? Is someone there?" They both peered into the box and he sighed in relief, "Ah, Doctor!Thank God it's you. The Monks, they turned on me." The Doctor looked uncomfortable.
"Well...I'm afraid they rather did a bit." He replied.
"Give it to me straight, Doctor! How bad are my injuries?" Dorium asked him seriously, causing the Doctor to shift on the spot.
"Well..." he started but Dorium and Danni began laughing and he joined in reluctantly, not really liking being the butt of the joke.
"Oh, your face!" Dorium crowed.
~0~0~0~
"This is absurd! Other worlds, carnivorous skulls, talking heads. I don't know why I'm listening to you." Churchill interrupted the Doctor as they all now sat at a table. The Doctor and Danni were sat across from him, still hand in hand as Danni's head stayed bowed and she counted along with the noise in her head. He stood up, cigar in hand.
"Because in another reality, you and I are friends. And you sense that. Just as you sense there is something wrong with time." He pointed out.
"You mentioned a woman..." Churchill trailed off as he placed the huge cigar between his lips.
"Yes. I'm getting to her." The Doctor bit out.
"What's she like? Attractive, I assume."
"Hell. In high heels." Churchill leant closer, leaning on the back of a chair.
"Tell me more."
~0~0~0~
"Oh, it's not so bad really, as long as they get your box the right way up. I got a media-chip fitted in my head years ago, and the Wi-Fi down here is excellent. So I keep myself entertained." Dorium explained to the pair. The Doctor had begun pacing back and forth, getting more and more impatient with the mindless chatter.
"A media-chip? Does it hurt?" Danni asked, interested.
"Oh no, and it's fully compatible with most if not all networks. Although, the upgrades are a nightmare. And the Terms and Conditions give you a headache."
"We need to know about the Silence." The Doctor interrupted their chat.
"Oh. A religious order of great power and discretion. The sentinels of history, as they like to call themselves." Dorium recited, bored.
"And they want me dead." The Doctor pointed out.
"No, not really. They just don't want you to remain alive." Dorium rationalised.
"That's OK. I was worried for a minute there." He replied sarcastically as he leant against of the the podiums.
"You're a man with a long and dangerous past. But your future is infinitely more terrifying. The Silence believe it must be averted." He explained.
"You know you could've told me all this, the last time we met." The Doctor stated angrily as he walked back over to the pair.
"It was a busy day!" Dorium defended.
"And he got beheaded!" Danni added. Dorium would have nodded in agreement if he had had a neck.
"What's so dangerous about my future?"
"On the fields of Trenzalore, at the fall of the Eleventh, when no living creature could speak falsely, or fail to answer, a question will be asked. A question that must never, ever be answered." Dorium recited from memory and the Doctor pulled out a small book, flicking through the pages until Danni pointed to a line.
"Silence will fall when the question is asked..." Danni read.
"Silence MUST fall would be a better translation. The Silence are determined the question will never be answered. That the Doctor will NEVER reach Trenzalore."
"I don't understand? What's it got to do with me?" The Doctor asked.
"The first question. The oldest question in the universe, hidden in plain sight. Would you like to know what it is?"
"Yes!" The Doctor replied quickly.
"Are you sure?" They all glanced around as the skulls all turned to face them slowly, "Very, very sure?"
"Of course." The Doctor stated, trying to sound calm.
"Then I shall tell you. But on your own head be it."
~0~0~0~
The Doctor ran into the TARDIS, Dorium's box in both hands. Danni ran in after them, panting as she tried to keep up.
"It's not my fault! Put me back." Dorium cried indigently from his box. The Doctor put the box down on the chair before going over to the controls.
"Ow! I've fallen on my nose." Dorium moaned, his voice muffled. Danni walked over and turned the box over not-too-carefully before joining the Doctor at the console. On the monitor the Doctor pulled up the time and date of his death, Danni eyeing it angrily.
"Have you got Wi-Fi here? I'm bored already and my nose is hurting! We all have to die, Doctor... But you more than most. You do see that, don't you? You know what the question is now, you do see that you have to die!" Dorium exclaimed. Danni span around on the spot, glaring at box on the chair.
"Oh shut up you big blue head!" She shouted angrily. The Doctor placed his around around her, turning her around to face him.
"Hey, hey hey. It's fine." He told her reassuringly but she shook her head.
"He shouldn't say stuff like that. He is wrong." She stated confidently. The Doctor would not die. She would not let him die. He wasn't going to Trenzalore and he was never going to that pyramid!
~0~0~0~
The Doctor, Danni and Churchill entered a large room, surfaces made of marble and the ceiling being held up by large columns. Chairs were place at intervals around the room and there were burning lamps illuminating the room.
"But what was the question? Why did it mean your death?" Churchill asked.
"Suppose there was a man who knew a secret. A terrible, dangerous secret that must never be told. How would you erase that secret from the world? Destroy it forever, before it can be spoken?" The Doctor asked.
"If I had to, I'd destroy the man." Churchill replied.
"And silence would fall. All the times I've heard those words, I never realised...it was my silence. My death. The Doctor will fall." He turned and stepped further into the room, pulling Danni along with him before freezing and looking around, "Why are we here?"
"This?! This is the Senate Room."
"But why did we leave your office?" He asked trying to remember.
"Well, we wanted a stroll, didn't we?" Churchill looked down at the revolver in his hand with confusion. The Doctor could feel his hearts beating faster then normal in his chest and turned to see if Danni was still okay. She seemed to be breathing heavily but her condition hadn't changed.
"I think we've been running. Why do you have your revolver?"
"Well..." He trailed off as he tried to think up why he had grabbed his gun, "You're dangerous company, Soothsayer." He rationalised. The Doctor glanced down at his left arm, the one joined to Danni's right hand. There was one deliberate black line drawn on it.
"Yes. I think I am." He murmured.
"Resume your story." Churchill commanded.
~0~0~0~
"Doctor, please open my hatch, I've got an awful headache..." Dorium almost begged. The Doctor looked over Danni's shoulder before letting her go and making an angry, frustrated motion at the box, "Which to be honest means more than it used to." Dorium pointed out. The Doctor stormed open and opened the hatch, revealing Dorium upside down.
"It's like some terrible weight pressing down on my..." He finally opened his eyes and looked slightly embarrassed, "Oh, I see!"
"Ha!" Danni laughed harshly. The Doctor shot her a look and she crossed her arms, annoyed and turned slightly away from them.
"Why Lake Silencio? Why Utah?" The Doctor asked, sounding rather disgusted at the place.
"It's a still point in time. Makes it easier to create a fixed point. And your death is a fixed point, Doctor." Dorium replied.
"Why does it have to be?" Danni asked aggressively, trying to rile up the blue head, "Why can't the universe just leave him alone? A fixed point of time means nothing without the Lord of bloody Time!"
"He can't just run away from this." He replied.
"Why not?" Danni snapped back, "The man was born running!"
"Time doesn't work like that." Dorium explained.
"He promised me!" Danni screamed before turning to lean on the console, refusing to look at the big blue head. Dorium rolled his eyes and turned to look at the Doctor, who was staring sadly at Danni.
"Because now you know what's at stake. Why your life ends." The Doctor shook his head. He'd been so caught up on his life ending, he'd never really thought about everyone he'd leave behind.
"Not today." The Doctor mumbled as he moved over to the console and picked up the phone receiver, dialling a number quickly.
"What's the point in delaying? How long have you delayed already?" Dorium asked calmly. He was used to... emotional clients, this wasn't any different.
"Been knocking about. Bit of a farewell tour. Things to do, people to see, there's always more. I could invent a new colour, save the Dodo, join the Beatles!" He turned from Dorium and into the phone as someone answered, "Hello, it's me. Get him! Tell him, we're going out and it's all on me, except for the money and driving." He turned back to Dorium, "I've got a time machine, Dorium... it's all still going on. For me, it never stops. Liz the First is waiting in a glade to elope with me. I could help Rose Tyler with her homework, I could go on all of Jack's stag parties in one night." He grabbed Danni's hand with his free one, "I could take Danni here to the Seventh moon of Trions, where the snowflakes are made of diamonds, and then out for dinner and dancing." He span her under his arm before pulling her close protectively.
"Time catches up with us all!" Dorium insisted.
"Well, it has never laid a glove on me!" He told him angrily before turning to the phone, "Hello?" His face fell as the nurse on the other end of the phone told him about the death of Brigadier, "Yes. Yes, I..." He trailed off, devastated as he listened to her.
"Doctor? What's wrong?" Dorium asked, concerned and the Doctor turned to him.
"Nothing. Nothing. It's just..." He hung up the phone with a deep sigh and Danni hugged him tightly, burrowing her head into his chest before quickly pulling her head away from the identical beating that was in her mind. The Doctor stroked her cheek as he stared deep into her eyes. She was obviously trying to mask the pain from the drumming, smiling brightly at him but he could still see it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the blue envelopes from Craig's house.
"It's time. It's time." He told her and she shook her head.
"No, not yet." She turned to Dorium, "You stay there. Don't go wandering off." She warned him unnecessarily before grabbing the Doctors hand and leading him into the TARDIS one last time.
~0~0~0~
The Doctor placed all the envelopes in front of Gideon Vandeleur's Teselecta, reaching around Danni who was sat on his knee, tapping on her own thigh. Since they'd taken Dorium back the drumming had been at full force, as if it was cheering the impeding trip to Utah.
"Surely you could deliver the messages yourself." The Teselecta stated.
"It would involve crossing my own time stream... best not." The Doctor replied.
"According to our files, this is the end for you. Your final journey." The Doctor didn't reply, "We'll deliver your messages. You can depend on us." It told him.
"Thank you." The Doctor said sincerely. He gently nudged Danni who stood up and they headed to the door hand in hand. The Teselecta stood up by the table.
"Doctor, whatever you think of the Teselecta, we are champions of law and order, just as you have always been. Is there nothing else we can do?" The Doctor regarded them sadly for a moment and they left.
~0~0~0~
"Why would you do this?" Churchill asked at the Doctor looked at him, "Of all the things you've told me, this I find hardest to believe," He explained, "Why would you invite your friends to see your death?"
"I had to die. I didn't have to die alone." The Doctor replied as if it was obvious, turning to Danni who still hadn't moved, "Amy and Rory. The last Centurion and the girl who waited. However dark it got, I'd turn around, and there they'd be." He turned back to Churchill, "If it's time to go, remember what you're leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me. And when I was gone, I could trust them to look after my Danni-Girl. I couldn't leave her alone."
"And did you tell them this was going to happen? And what about her?" He motioned to Danni, "If she knew it was going to happen, why did she not try and stop it?"
"It would help if you didn't keep asking questions." he muttered angrily, looking down at his arm and saw two more tally marks, "We don't have much time."
"And this woman you spoke of. Did you invite her?"
"Yes, she was there. River Song came twice."
~0~0~0~
The Doctor was stretched out on a large picnic blanket, Danni pulled against his side. Amy, Rory and River are sat around the edges. The Doctor reached over and poured some wine into their glasses.
"Napoleon gave me this bottle. Well, I say gave...Threw." He raised his glass, "Salut!"
"Salut!" The other three cried with the same motion, laughing as the Doctor spat the wine out and River questioned Danni's quiet demeanour. Before the Doctor had time to answer the question for her he, along with Rory, stood up and turned around to wave at the figure behind them. River joined them but had spotted the astronaut rising out of the lake.
"Oh, my God!" River cried. Amy scrambled up and turned to face the lake with them.
"You all need to stay back. Whatever happens now, you do not interfere. Clear?" The Doctor commanded as he walked over to stand in front of the astronaut.
"That's an astronaut. That's an Apollo astronaut in the lake." Rory stated. Amy glanced down as Danni grabbed her arm tightly, much tighter than she thought the smaller woman could. The astronaut opened it visor, revealing River to the Doctor.
"Well, then. Here we are at last." He told her with a small smile.
"I can't stop it. The suit's in control." River sobbed.
"You're not supposed to. This has to happen." He explained.
"Run!" She cried.
"I did run. Running brought me here."
"I tried to fight it, but I can't, it's too strong."
"I know. It's OK. This is where I die. This is a fixed point, this must happen, this always happens. Don't worry... You won't even remember this. Look over there." River looked over to the other group.
"That's me. How can I be there?" She asked.
"That's you from the future. Serving time for a murder you probably can't remember. My murder."
"Why would you do that? Make me watch?"
"So that you know this is inevitable. And you are forgiven. Always and completely forgiven."
"Please, my love. Please, please just run! Please, don't you dare leave Danni alone!" She begged as the arm of the suit raised ready to shoot him.
"I can't run." He told her.
"Time can be rewritten." She sobbed.
"Don't you dare." He echoed her words to him in the Library, "Goodbye, River." He closed his eyes in acceptance. There were five gunshots and he can hear Amy screaming to his right, but when he realised he was still alive he opened an eye to look at River.
"Hello, Sweetie." She crowed triumphantly.
"What have you done?!" He exclaimed.
"Well... I think I just drained my weapon systems."
"But this is fixed. This is a fixed point in time."
"Fixed points can be rewritten."
"No, they can't, of course they can't, who told you?!"
~0~0~0~
The Doctor and Danni stood on the opposite end of the senate room from Churchill as he finished the story.
"Well? What happened?" Churchill exclaimed.
"Nothing." The Doctor replied.
"Nothing?" He asked as walked over to the pair.
"Nothing happened. And then it kept happening. Or, if you prefer, everything happened, at once, and it won't ever stop. Time is dying. It's going to be 5:02 in the afternoon for all eternity. A needle stuck on a record."
"A record? Good Lord, man, have you never heard of downloads?" The Emperor scoffed.
"Said Winston Churchill." Churchill sniffed suddenly.
"Gunsmoke. That's gunsmoke!" He lifted the revolver and smelt the barrel, "I appear to have fired this." The Doctor eyed the pike in his free hand.
"We seem to be defending ourselves."
"I don't understand."
"The creatures that lead the Silence. Remarkable beings...they're memory-proof." The Doctor explained.
"But what does that mean?" He asked as they began backing out of the room, trying to look in every corner at once.
"You can't remember them. The moment you look away, you forget they were ever there." He looked at his arm and saw just a few more tally marks, "Don't panic. In small numbers, they're not too difficult." He shifted his grip on the pike and saw the mass of tally marks on his right arm.
"Up" Danni's voice croaked from behind him. He dropped the pike and turned around to face her, alarmed.
"Danni? Are you okay?" He asked as he tilted her head. She was only supposed to talk if something was wrong, and so far she'd stuck to that rule. She opened her eyes and winced at the light.
"Look up." She whispered and the Doctor and Winston slowly looked up and saw the gathering of Silents hanging from the ceiling like bats. They jump slightly as a cylindrical device was thrown into the room and rolled across the floor, beeping wildly.
"Go!" The Doctor shouted and began pulling Danni along with him, knocking Churchill to the floor in the process of getting her safe. The bomb exploded and he was knocked to the floor from the force, dragging Danni down with him. Armed soldiers burst into the room, pointing their weapons up at the ceiling.
"Go! Go! Keep the Silents in sight at all times, keep your eye drives active." One commanded as a woman in a black suit walked purposefully into the room.
"Who the devil are you?! Identify yourselves!" Churchill demanded, outraged even though they had just saved them. The Doctor squinted through the smoke created by the bomb.
"Amy..." Danni whispered happily.
"Pond. Amelia Pond." Amy stated as if she was a secret agent and the Doctor laughed in relief. Churchill aimed his gun at her distrustfully and the Doctor pushed it down.
"No! She's on our side, it's OK." As Amy approached the Doctor noticed the eye patch she was wearing.
"No! No, Amy, Amy. Why are you wearing that?" He asked in horror but instead of replying, Amy pulled out a gun and shot him to the floor.