There was a loud crash and the TARDIS jolted.
Rory ran to the doors and opened them. "Red Waterfall. We made it."
"Good old us," the Doctor said.
"How do we know that we're in the same Red Waterfall as Amy?"
"Focus on the positive."
Rory looked at a topless statue of a lady. It was carved in the Greek style. Elise's area of expertise was in painting, but she could admire the talents of sculptors.
"We locked onto Amy's time stream. Eyes front, soldier."
"Right, yes. Sorry."
"Apalapucians are the great cultural scavengers, Rory. This gallery's a scrapbook of their favorite places."
There was a copy of the Mona Lisa on a pedestal (or maybe it was the original?). Elise considered asking her father to visit Da Vinci.
"Bit of Earth, bit of alien..." Rory looked at a pillar that was glowing blue and dripping. "...bit of whatever the hell that is."
The Doctor shed his jacket as Rory looked around. "Where is everyone?"
"Right, Rory, switch the Time Glass on and sonic it. I'm sending a command signal to the screwdriver. Amy's here somewhere, if I can just get a lock on her."
Rory pulled out the screwdriver and soniced the Time Glass.
"I wonder what happens if we mix the filters?" the Doctor wondered.
Blurry figures of people appeared in the Time Glass.
"Oh, there they are. Forty thousand time streams overlapping. Red Waterfall isn't one time stream, it's thousands."
"How is that possible?" Elise asked.
"The same way the TARDIS is bigger on the inside." The Doctor tapped her nose like he did River.
"Are they happy?" Rory asked.
"Oh, Rory. Trust you to think of that. I think they're happy to be alive. Better than the alternative."
Rory lowered the Time Glass in time to see someone coming towards him with a Samurai sword. He fell backward onto the floor.
The Doctor grabbed Elise around the waist to stop her from running out of the TARDIS to Rory's aid.
"I come in peace. Peace, peace, peace, peace," Rory told the person.
"I waited."
"Sorry, what?"
"I waited for you. I waited for you."
They raised their helmet to reveal an older Amy. A much older Amy.
"Amy," Rory breathed, "Doctor, what's going on? Amy."
"I think the timestream lock might be a bit wobbly."
Amy raised her sword.
"No, please. Please," Rory begged.
"Duck," she told him. Amy stabbed the Handbot in the head and it hit the ground.
The Doctor and Elise watched on shocked. This wasn't their Amy. Their sweet and kind Amy. She'd hardened.
"Handbots carry a black box in case they go offline. I've changed the cause of termination from hostile to accidental. Easy to re-program. Used my sonic probe."
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The Littlest Timelord: The Death of the Doctor
Fanfiction[2nd in the "Littlest Timelord" series] The Doctor's death is looming on the horizon and Elise is growing every day. What the Doctor doesn't know is that he has 200 years to teach Elise all he knows. Amy, Rory, and River let Elise in on their secret...
