"Hey, Amy." Rory said to his wife as he entered the kitchen. "Good morning, Mr. Pond. Cuppa?" She offered the tea. He nodded and took a sip. "Thanks. Where's the Doctor?"

Amy shrugged. "Not sure. I think he went out with River last night. They're probably arrested and in some wooden jail cell."

Rory sighed at that. "I'm not sure I like the whole party-while we sleep thing. Then again, this is the only slightly domestic thing River's ever done as a daughter."

She took another sip of her own tea. "We could go look for them."  

"We could." He paused. "Are we going to?"

"Yeah. Then we can make the Doctor take us to some non-dangerous planet as a thank-you." Amy said.

"Alright. I guess I'll go get clothes on."

Outside the TARDIS....

"No, I swear! She's mine!" The Doctor lunged for River, and she frowned beneath the gag.

"This man says she belongs to him." A Gifonist said, gesturing behind him. "She is mine. I paid 600 guls for her." The man said.

"You did not! I'll have you know that she's worth way more than that, and I paid 800!" The Doctor said, struggling against the group holding him back. River twisted her arm, trying to reach the knife she had attached to her thigh.

"Silence!" The lead Gifonist said. "We shall see. Have you marked her?" He asked him. The Doctor's eyes widened. "What do you mean, marked?!"

"What in God's name is going on?" A Scottish voice suddenly cut through the air. Their heads all snapped in the direction of the voice to see Amy and Rory running to them. "Were you given permission to speak?" The same Gifonist said. "What?" The red head asked, confused.

"This is your woman, correct?" He asked Rory. Rory looked at her glare, but nodded. "Well, we're married, so I..."

"Silence her. We are making an interrogation."

Rory grabbed Amy's arm and pulled her back slightly. "Um, I think that this is one of those planets where women don't have rights, so it may be best if we both sit down."

She looked furious, but nonetheless followed him to a nearby bench.

"I asked you a question, sir." The Gifonist said. "Do you keep her marked?"

"I don't understand the question. What do you mean?"

"As yours. Have you marked her as yours?"

"Well, there's a rather impressive mark on her shoulder... I did that."

River was sending a death glare, but couldn't say anything through the gag. "Check her!" He ordered, and a Gifonist stepped forward and ripped the shirt off, to thankfully reveal a tank top. A Gifonist examined a small red spot on her shoulder.

"Doctor!" Rory couldn't help exclaiming. The Doctor blushed and shook his head.

"This is a mark. Very unusual. Where is your certificate of authenticity?"  

"No, she is mine!" The man behind the lead Gifonist said. "I told you that I bought her! I lost my certificate."

The Doctor stuck his tongue out at the man, and gestured to his jacket. "In here. I can't exactly reach it, since you tied me up!"

One of the aliens reached over, and pulled out the psychic paper. "She does belong to him." He announced.

The lead Gifonist nodded. "Untie him. Keep her hands and gag on, however. Only undo her feet. She is not deemed trustworthy enough to stay with her man by herself."

They did as they were told, and the Doctor rubbed his wrists. "I told you she was mine!"

"She should be punished for her behavior. Do you not teach her only to talk when spoken to?"

He glanced over at his still-furious wife. "Um, it's complicated."

"Very well then. I suggest finding a different way to marking your women. That was very revealing for a public place."

"What do you suggest?"

"I mark mine with a blue dye. You know, a little on the feet, hands, and behind the ear."

The Doctor's eyes widened. "That's what you meant?"

The Gifonist gave him a weird look. "Yes, sir. Watch over her, now. I hope she causes you no more trouble."

The Doctor nodded, then went to River. "Sorry, dear. I'll untie you, here." She stared him down with a look that had him shifting nervously on his feet. "You know, actually, I think it's a better idea to wait until we get on the TARDIS."

She kicked him in the knee.

-That night-

"RIVER!"

Amy raised an eyebrow at her daughter. "That was the Doctor."

"Yes, it was." River took a sip of wine.

"What did you do?"

She grinned devilishly. "Well, I had to mark him, you know? So people will know he's mine."

Amy rolled her eyes and grabbed her glass. "Fun."

Rory walked in a few minutes later, looking stricken.

"Um, why is the Doctor naked and blue?"