"I thought I told you not to wander off," the Doctor reminds her but she ignores him.
"I changed my mind," Cherry muses, a small smile playing on her lips.
"You want to go home?" The Doctor assumes and she shakes her head.
"No, of course I don't,"...
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Cherry sits on a table, her legs crossed and her arms folded over her lap, and her fingers tremble as she fiddles with the sleeves of her turtleneck. Amy is sitting on a chair to the side of her and leaning her head against Cherry's side as they wait for any developments.
"Do you think he'll be okay?" Cherry asks, anxiously slouching against the railing behind her.
"Of course, he will be," Amy answers certainly. "He's the Doctor."
"But he's alone with those Daleks, and all he's been doing all day is telling us how dangerous they are," Cherry points out, a deep frown on her face. "What is he supposed to do against them?"
"Prime Minister," a young girl bursts into the filing room, a report in her hands, which she quickly passes to the older man.
"Yes?" he enquires, peering down at the paper through his round glasses.
"Signal from RDF, sir. Unidentified object. Hanging in the sky, Captain Childers says," The girl informs him, and Cherry sits up, intrigued. "We can't get a proper fix, though. It's too far up."
"What do we think, Ponds?" Churchill says, smacking his hand against the paper. "The Doctor's in trouble, and now we know where he is."
"Yeah, because he'll be on that ship, won't he? Right in the middle of everything," Amy agrees, and Cherry sighs to herself.
"Exactly!" Churchill nods. "Come on," Churchill leads the cousins to the Map room as the air raid siren rings through the building and across the city of London. Any unnecessary lights are turned off or dimmed to hide them from the approaching German planes, and they stand around the map in the centre of the room. Cherry watches silently as the people around them discuss strategy, pushing around the different models of planes on the map.
"What are we doing?" Cherry asks Churchill, who glances over the map as he inhales more smoke from his cigar.
"We're going to figure out a way to help the Doctor," Churchill says, rubbing his brow. They all stand there cluelessly for a moment.
"Well... how far away is the spaceship?" Cherry asks curiously, looking down at the report.
"It was hiding behind the moon," Churchill informs her, and she stares at him with wide eyes, wondering how on earth they would be able to help the Doctor on a spaceship so far away.
"Behind the moon?" Amy huffs, clearly feeling as hopeless as Cherry. They ponder possible ways to help the Doctor when all the lights in the room switch themselves on. Cherry looks around, puzzled, as a man rushes into the room, breathless and flicks a switch a few times.
"The generators won't switch off. The lights are on all across London, Prime Minister," he informs Churchill.
"Has to be them," Amy concludes. "It has to be the Daleks."
"The Germans can see every inch of the city. We're sitting ducks. Get those lights out before the Germans get here," Churchill orders and the man nods. Different military commands and codes are shared over old-fashioned headsets, and the planes are pushed around the map until a woman looks up at Churchill. "Thousands will die if we don't get those lights out now."
