In another universe, a blue telephone box was floating across the majestic backdrop of space. In it, there was a ginger and a brunette. The brunette was dashing around the central platform, like he was trying to fly it, though he didn't seem to have a solid grasp on it. The ginger was off to the side, laughing and chatting with the brunette.
"Doctor, do you really have any idea what ur doing?"
The brunette continued dashing, his face becoming more worried and his actions more frantic.
"Uh, what? Yes of course I know what I'm doing. I'm the Doctor. It's just these readings the TARDIS is picking up. It's like there is a wormhole forming around us."
"What? Is that even possible?"
"It shouldn't be, but she doesn't get these things wrong." The brunette stroked the main console while talking, concern and care in his actions.
"Well, no one can get everything right all the tim-" The box violently shook before she could finish. She tumbled over the edge of the railings, grabbing them before she completely went over.
"AMY!" The brunette grabbed on to the console, stretching his arm out towards her.
"DOCTOR!" Amy reached out for him, their fingers almost touching when a flash of light engulfed the console room and vanished with Amy and The Doctor.
