Lost

In Case Of Emergency

The Doctor spoke with such enthusiasm, "And here we are! Planet Earth, America, 1960s at a Beatles concert! I was their original manager, ya know?"

Amy rolled her eyes, smiling and said, "You're just showing off, Doctor."

Rory added, "Or lying."

"Rule number one, The Doctor lies," they said in unison in their best impression of The Doctor's voice.

The Doctor defended, "I do not talk like that! And I actually have pictures to prove it! I'll show you as soon as the concert ends!"

Amy held Rory's hand, pulling him along to the front door of the TARDIS. She laughed, "I can't believe we're doing this, crashing a Beatles concert."

As soon as they unlocked it, it was as if a huge gust of wind helped fly it open. But it was followed by black smoke entering into the TARDIS.

They looked outside at acres and acres of just field and grass. They could tell it was obviously not a Beatles concert, let alone the sixties. Amy asked in a panic, "Doctor, did you see that black smoke?!"

He laughed wickedly and leaned against the control panel, staring at them up and down. "Wow, bigger on the inside, huh? And I'm loving this body. Mmm." He did a little wiggle of his body.

Amy backed against the railing, clenching Rory's arm. Amy whispered, "That isn't The Doctor or at least not anymore."

The Doctor grinned, "Of course I'm no longer The Doctor, sweetheart. Look who's catching up."

Rory questioned, "Who are you then?"

The Doctor laughed wickedly again and shook his head. He flirted, "Aren't you a cutie? The Doctor sure picks his companions based on their looks, ey? You too, ginge. The Doctor was definitely crushing on you and I know you can't resist this ass."

Amy repeated sternly, "Who the hell do you think you are?"

He blinked his eyes to show only black has spread over any sign of color, "Your worst nightmare, sweetheart. Now, I suggest you run."

Amy ran in a dead sprint, terrified and pulling Rory behind her. Rory let go of her hand so they could run at the same pace a lot easier. The Doctor ran close behind, still laughing like a maniac. He yelled, "How does he deal with this huge chin?"

They kept running, looking past the rooms to anything that might seem helpful or familiar. They finally ran into a phone box after sometime of running. Rory shut and locked the door behind them. They were crammed inside it with limited space as Amy frantically searched through The Doctor's contact book. She found a section named, "In Case Of Emergency."

She read out loud, "In case The Doctor has a duplicate-no. In case The Doctor is missing-nope. In case The Doctor has tentacles-don't even want to know."

"Amy, hurry up! I can only imagine he's coming closer and we are currently cornered," Rory reminded her.

She exclaimed, "Ah! Here it is! In case The Doctor has black eyes!"

She quickly typed in the number on her cell phone. Rory leaned over her shoulder and questioned, "Is that an American number?"

Amy shushed him, listening to the ringing. She heard a deep voice answer, "Hello?"

"Is this the bloke named Bobby Singer," she asked.

"Uh-no. I'm sorry to inform you, but Bobby is now deceased," the man stated.

"What the hell are we going to do, Rory?! This man isn't Bobby Singer and he's the only one who could've helped us," Amy panicked.

The man spoke, "Woah, woah, woah what exactly do you need help with?"

"Our friend is currently trying to kill us and has eyes as black as coal! Not really sure you could possibly help in that situation," Amy yelled.

"We can help, just calm down. My name is Dean Winchester. Bobby was my surrogate father. Just tell me where you are, your exact location," Dean said.

"I-I don't know where we are. We could be anywhere," Amy's voice trailed off into a sob. They could have been anywhere in all of time, they had no idea.

"You know what-never mind. My brother can just track the call. Whatever you do, stay on the line until I say so," Dean instructed.

Amy nodded as if he could see her. Rory whispered, "The Doctor should've been here by now. Where the hell is he?! Did we actually lose him?!"

Amy looked down confused. She remembered, "I may have heard an engine? Do you think he stole the motorcycle?"

Rory sighed, "That means he could be anywhere right now."

"We have no chance of finding him now, do we," Amy spoke quietly with lost hope.

Dean began talking again, "That's weird."

"What's weird," Amy asked.

"Your location. It's so strange. It's giving me two places at the same time. One is an actual city in the states and the other is just-jibberish. Not even English," Dean stated.

"Yeah...we'll need to do a lot of explaining. But for now I need you to come to the first location immediately, please. You'll come across a blue police box which we will be inside of," Amy explained.

"Okay, it might be a few hours until we will get there. Stay away from your friend, stay hidden, and stay safe. We'll be there as soon as we can," Dean instructed.

"Okay, thank you so much. We'll see you then," Amy hung up the phone.

She looked up at Rory and then at the locked door. She took a deep breath as she unlocked it and slowly pushed it open, bracing for the possible chance that "The Doctor" was waiting for them on the other side.