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Day of the Moon (part 2)

The Doctor was laying on his back inside the Apollo 11 rocket. It wouldn't be long until he had company, the type that liked to ask a whole lot of questions and point guns menacingly at him, so he was trying to be as quick as he could. That was not the way he liked to spend an afternoon, and he'd already spent enough time being threatened in this adventure. Which wasn't to say that it wasn't entertaining to listen to the way that his mouth could get him out of (or into, if he was being honest) trouble, but there wasn't even anyone around to listen to how clever he was being.

The communicator he'd rigged up before separating from his companions chirped in his jacket pocket, effectively distracting him from his thoughts. He only spared one hand to go looking for it, the other still busily working away at incorporating his device into the insides of the rocket.

'Amy,' he said once his communicator was wedged between his ear and his shoulder. He went back to the wiring before she even had a chance to reply. There really wouldn't be much time before he'd be discovered.

'I think we've found the place she was taken from,' Amy said.

The grim tone in her voice wasn't very heartening, but it did lead credence to her words. He didn't think it was going to be pretty. Children's homes never were.

'How do you know?' He asked quickly.

'Because those things have been here,' she replied, probably looking around her with no small amount of horror if he had to guess. 'But the whole place is deserted. There's just one guy here and I think he's lost it.'

The Doctor nodded once. That would happen with repeated exposure to these things. Anything that messed with the mind was to be avoided at all costs, especially with their serious lack of mental defenses, he thought absently.

'Repeated memory wipes fry your head eventually,' he said instead. 'Find out what you can, but don't hang around.'

'Where are you?' Amy asked.

He could hear the confusion in her voice, but he didn't have time for that. His predictions had just come true. Luckily, he'd finally finished installing his device and putting all the pieces back together. Well, most of the pieces.

'Got to go. Got company.' He rang off the communicator with a tap, not bothering to wait for a reply. Americans were well known for being impatient and letting their guns ask the questions. If at all possible, he'd like to not be held at gun point again. There was no telling when his Angel would turn back up. 

The bloodbath that would ensue wasn't something he wanted to see.

He sat up quickly, surprising the men who'd come to check on the disturbance judging from the way they recoiled very slightly. He didn't let the laughter that bubbled up at that action get out, knowing that would be a step too far for how twitchy the humans on this continent could be.

'Don't worry, I've put everything back the way I found it,' he said confidently. It faltered as he realised he was still holding a piece of the rocket's insides in one hand. 'Except this. There's always a bit left over, isn't there?'

The sheepish look he shot them didn't seem to do him any favours, he lamented as the scientists 'escorted' him away from the rocket. It didn't really matter. The device was in place, and when the time came, it would be instrumental in removing the threat that the skeletal creatures had proven themselves to be.

It was a very pointed silence that surrounded them as they marched the Doctor back to their command module. He thought briefly about trying to escape. The only thing that held him back was that, as River had pointed out, these were Americans. They'd absolutely shoot him.