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Chapter 5 the power of three

Hospital - December]

(The decorations are up and Noddy Holder is singing Merry Christmas Everybody.)
RORY: That's it. Er, Mister Ryan, please.
(A young man with his foot stuck in a toilet bowl.)
RORY: Again?
(Rory wheels him away. We zoom in on a young girl. Her eyes flare blue, then so does the cube she is holding.)

[Ward]

(A old man is lying on a bed, reading a paperback. A man enters wearing a mask and draws the curtain.)
ARNOLD: I'm fine. I've been done.
ORDERLY: What seems to be the matter?
ARNOLD: I'm just waiting for a prescription.
ORDERLY: Where does it hurt?
(A second identical man enters.)
ARNOLD: I said I'm fine. Will you tell your colleague here that I. Stop!
(Arnold Underwood pulls down the orderlies masks. They have snouts with grills rather than noses and mouths. The box by his bed glows red as he screams.
In an office, the boxes are used to put post-it notes on, create targets for putting practice, and as paperweights.
In the streets, there are piles of them by waste bins.)

Back garden - June]

(The Williams are hosting a barbeque. Amy makes a telephone call.)
AMY: Hey! Doctor, it's me. Hello. So, the UN classified the cubes as provisionally safe, whatever that means, and Banksy and Damien Hirst put out statements saying the cubes are nothing to do with them. And the cubes, well, they're just here. Still. What's it been, nine months? People are just taking them for granted. Maybe we'll never know why they came. But anyway. I got to Laura's wedding. It was great. She's here tonight, being as it's our wedding anniversary. We thought you might have dropped by. I left you messages.
(A man carries a large bouquet of flowers up behind Amy.)
DOCTOR: I know! Happy anniversary! Come with me. And bring your husband.

[Savoy Hotel]

DOCTOR: 26th of June, 1890. The recently opened Savoy Hotel. Dinner, bed and breakfast for two. Bonjour, bonjour. Merci, Auguste. You'll be back before the party's over. They won't even notice you went. No complications, I promise.
(Rory kisses the Doctor continental style.)
DOCTOR: Ooo!

[Street]

(Still dressed for 1890, and it is snowing.)
DOCTOR: Bit of a shock, Zygon ship under the Savoy, half the staff impostors. Still, it's all fixed now, eh?

[Bedchamber]

HENRY [OC]: Gentlemen, open the doors!
AMY: I thought we were going home?
DOCTOR: You can't miss a good wedding. Under the bed. Under the bed!
(The trio hide under the big four-poster.)
DOCTOR: Shush!
AMY: It wasn't my fault.
RORY: It was totally your fault!
AMY: Somebody was talking, and I just said yes.
RORY: To wedding vows! You just married Henry VIII on our anniversary.
(The monarch enters. The Doctor sneezes.)
DOCTOR: Sorry.
Haha river suddenly started laughing what I said warily well it's just mum and dads your in laws again technically she snorted at that and Rory face palmed whilst Amy smiled softly at me
[Lounge - June... again]

(A party)
(Brian goes up to the Doctor.)
BRIAN: How long were they away?
DOCTOR: I don't know what you're talking about, Brian.
BRIAN: Because they're wearing totally different clothes from earlier.
DOCTOR: Seven weeks. I got side-tracked. A lot.
BRIAN: What happened to the other people who travel with you?
DOCTOR: Some left me. Some got left behind. And some, not many but, some died. Not them. Not them, Brian. Never them.
I failed that I thought to myself while fake smiling

Back garden]

DOCTOR: Can I stay here, with you and Rory, for a bit. Keep an eye on the cubes. However long that takes.
AMY: I thought it would drive you mad.
DOCTOR: No, no, no. I mean, I'll be better at it this time. I miss you.

[Brian's lounge - July]

BRIAN: Brian's log, day three hundred and sixty one. Eight fifty pm. No movement. And I am cream crackered.
(Brian falls asleep.)

[Lounge]

LORD SUGAR [on TV]: I sent you out to sell as many cubes as you could in twenty four hours. And look at you, you've made a right hash of it, haven't you. Well, Craig, you're fired.
(The Doctor, Amy and Rory are eating what looks like fish fingers and custard.)
DOCTOR: If I had a restaurant, this'd be all I'd serve.
AMY: Yeah, right. You running a restaurant.
DOCTOR: I've run restaurants. Who do you think invented the Yorkshire pudding?
RORY: You didn't.
DOCTOR: Pudding, yet savoury. Sound familiar?
Your such a faker Clara said glaring at me making me laugh wait what are you eating Donna shouted loudly fish fingers and custard I said smiling eww graham said looking disgusted it's actually nice Amy said backing me up making me smile