The Doctors Wife pt.3

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"How's he going to be able to take down the shields anyway? The House is in the control room" the Doctor says.

"I directed him to one of the old control rooms."

"There aren't any old control rooms. They were all deleted or remodelled" I say.

"I archive them, for neatness. I've got about thirty now" Idris replies.

"But we've only changed the desktop, what, a dozen times?" the Doctor asks.

"So far, yes."

"You can't archive something that hasn't happened yet."

"You can't."

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"What happened to the lights?" Amy asks.

"The lights are fine. Oh, it's messing with our heads again. Ok, stay there a second."

"What is it? What?"

"Just hang on."

"Don't leave me. I can hardly see, you idiot" Rory goes round the corner into a bright light.

"Argh."

"Rory? Rory?"

"It's ok, I'm fine. Come towards my voice."

"What happened? Where are you?"

"I just banged my head. Just keep coming. Reach out your hand" Amy walks past Rory lying unconscious on the floor and touches the Oods tentacles. She screams, the lights come up and Rory comes to her.

"This way. Come on, run!"

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"Keep going. You're doing it, you sexy thing!" the Doctor shouts.

"See, you do both call me that. Is it my name?"

"You bet it's your name" I grin.

"Whoo!"

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"I can see now, Rory. I can see" Amy says.

"It was the Ood thing, the Nephew and it's still coming."

"I know. So where is this place?" they come to a dead end.

"This is where she told me to go. She said she'd send me the passkey. Ow!"

"Crimson. Eleven. Delight. Petrichor."

"Petrichor?" Amy asks.

"What do I do? Do I say it? Crimson. Eleven. Delight. Petrichor. I said it" Rory says.

"Petrichor. Petrichor" Amy mutters.

"I said it."

"Petrichor. She told you what it meant. The smell of wet dust, remember? So, oh, it's the meaning, not the word" Amy says.

"The meaning of what?"

"The TARDIS interface is telepathic. You don't say it, you think it" Amy replies, the Ood is at the far end of the corridor.

"It's coming," Rory says.

"Quiet. Crimson. Eleven. Delight. The smell of dust after rain. Crimson, eleven, delight, the smell of dust after rain. Crimson, eleven, delight, the smell of dust after rain" Amy pictures a flag, a birthday cake, her wedding, a raindrop falling into dust. The door opens and they walk into the old control room

"what is this place? Another control room?"

"Right, shields. Got it."

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