The Doctor wove between various exhibits in the museum, bending down to comment on their accuracy as he went by. Leslie quickly began moving through the exhibits, wishing that they had their phone so that they could take pictures like they usually did. But they hadn't seen it since their graduation; and even if they had, it would be completely discharged.

They examined each of the exhibits before moving to the box that they had been drawn to since they had entered. Not for any magical, timey-wimey reason, but simply because it seemed familiar. Leslie leaned forward, peering through the glass at the etchings.Gallifreyan. The small plate stated that it was a Home Box, pinging a barely-remembered episode starter. They began paying more attention to the Doctor and Amy, straightening up slightly.

"Wrong. Wrong. Bit right, mostly wrong," the Doctor listed from somewhere in the room. "I love museums," he told Amy, and Leslie could hear the smile in his voice.

"Yeah, great," Amy said sarcastically. "Can we go to a planet now? Big space ship? Churchill's bunker?" Amy asked imploringly, "You promised us a planet next."

"Amy, this isn't any old asteroid," the Doctor told her, and Leslie heard his voice weaving its way through the exhibits as another pair of footsteps sounded from beside him. "It's the Delerium Archive, the final resting place of the headless monks. The biggest museum ever."

Leslie bit their lip at the mention of the decapitated monks – they remembered the episode of Demon's Run vaguely, but enough to be worried. But all the same, found themself baffled as to the episode they were in.

"You've got a time machine," Amy pointed out, "What do you need museums for?"

The Doctor ignored her and went on with his list of inaccuracy. Lez blocked this out as they ran through all the possible episodes that this could be from, and came up with a blank.

"Wrong. Very wrong." He spotted another exhibit. "Oooh, one of mine," he said excitedly, "Also one of mine."

"Oh, I see," Amy said irritably, "It's how you keep score."

The Doctor noticed Leslie staring at the box in the glass cube with a confused expression on their face as they attempted to work out the logistics of the atomic construction of the box. Also, where the box actually belonged in the timeline. He walked over to stand beside them, and Amy followed, standing on the other side.

"Oh great, an old box," Amy said scathingly.

Leslie lifted their head from gazing at the box, raising an eyebrow at the redhead. "Are you going to stop being so ungrateful any time soon? No? Then quit the unneeded comments."

"Geez, sorry, Lez," Amy said, a shocked expression on her face.

"I would hope so," Leslie said scathingly.

The Doctor's eyes widened at the exchange, and he smiled, lifting his hands in a calming gesture. "The box is from one of the old star liners. A Home Box," he explained.

"What's a Home Box?" Amy asked, barely keeping the boredom from her voice. Leslie resisted the urge to glare at her. What's the point of travelling if you're going to be so ungrateful?

"Like a black box on a plane, except it homes. Anything happens to the ship, the Home box flies home with all the flight data," the Doctor explained.

"So?"

Leslie cut in. "The writing, the graffiti. Old High Gallifreyan. The lost language of the Time Lords," they informed Amy, somewhat impatiently.

"There were days, there were many days, these words could burn stars and raise up empires and topple gods," the Doctor said in a hushed tone.

"So what does it say?" Amy asked.

"Hello Sweetie. And hey, Lez," the Doctor said incredulously.

"Really?" Amy asked, a condescending grin on her face.

"I get a mention? I'm flattered," Leslie said with a smile.

"So what are we going to do with it?" Amy asked.

"We're going to borrow it." the Doctor said.

"Really. Are we ever going to give it back?" asked Leslie teasingly. He never gave back the TARDIS, after all.

The Doctor pouted. "Maybe. Probably not."

Leslie grinned. "We kind of do need it more. Let's go."

The Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver and buzzed the lock on the glass casing. It swung open, and he grabbed it. An alarm blared. The trio started running towards the TARDIS as guards chased after them.

Leslie grabbed the handle and pulled the door open, ushering the Doctor and Amy in, before spinning in themself and shutting the door firmly. The Doctor immediately rushed towards the console and started hooking the stone cube up to the monitor. Leslie leaned against the door, watching the pair.

"Why are we doing this?" Amy asked the Doctor.

"Because someone on a spaceship twelve thousand years ago is trying to attract our attention," he said, indicating himself and Leslie, who twiddled their fingers in a wave.

The Doctor waved back before continuing, "Let's see if we can get the security playback working."

The screen flickered to life to show River lowering her sunglasses and winking at the camera. The Doctor adjusted one of the cables and the video zoomed forward. A man came up to her, flanked by guards.

"Party's over, Doctor Song," he told River, "Yet you're still on board."

"I needed to see what was in your vault," River told him. "Do you all know what's down there? Any of you?" she asked. "Because I'll tell you something. This ship won't reach it's destination."

"Waits 'till she runs," the man told the guards, "Don't make it look like an execution."

River looked down at her watch. "Triple seven five," she started listing, "slash three four nine nine ten, ten twelve slash acorn. Oh, and I could do with an air corridor." she added, perfecting her hair as she did so.

The Doctor moved over to the keyboard and started typing in the coordinates. Leslie raised an eyebrow, a small smile on their face.Acorn? This is an example of official coordinates - what has the world, sorry, universe come to?

"What was that?" Amy asked, "What did she say?" She held onto the rail at the bottom of the monitor.

"Coordinates," Leslie told her from the doorway.

The Doctor pulled a few levers and pressed a button that made a 'ding!' noise as the recording of River and the men continued.

"Like I said on the dance floor," River said flirtatiously, "you might want to find something to hold on to."

The man at the front gained a look of surprise as he noticed the airlock seal and he and his men grabbed onto the pipes along the side of the corridor. The airlock behind her opened as River blew a kiss to the men.

The Doctor gave a whoop as the TARDIS materialised and rushed towards the doors. Leslie moved to the side slightly as he pushed one open and reached out to pull River into the TARDIS. They both fell over and Leslie drew in a hissing breath - that would have hurt.

Amy looked at the pair on the floor in shock, her arms at her sides. "Doctor?" She asked.

"River?" The Doctor breathed.

"River!" Leslie said happily, moving over from their position beside the doorway. They bobbed down beside the aliens on the floor.

"Either get up or snog him," they told River seriously, who smirked while the Doctor blushed.

"Sure," River replied flirtatiously. Leslie laughed, and helped her up.

The Doctor jumped to his feet and the three went over to the doors to see the Byzantium zooming off. "Follow that ship," River told him, voice serious now.

The Doctor and River rushed over to the console (this moment was what made Leslie wonder the purpose of that previous statement) and started programming the TARDIS to keep up with the ship. Leslie made their way over at a leisurely pace (she couldn't fly the TARDIS, so they wouldn't be of much help. They may as well take her time). River took off her heels and hung them on the bar underneath the screen.

"They've gone into warp drive," River stated, checking the screen, "We're losing them. Stay close."

"I'm trying," said the Doctor, pushing buttons and pulling levers. Leslie went over to Amy, and leant on the railing next to her.

"Heya Ames! How's life on the TARDIS?" they asked Amy cheerfully in a whisper.

"Boring," Amy complained, "I want to see a planet."

Leslie rolled their eyes, but couldn't be bothered to point out the faults in the statement, instead choosing to reply with, "Yeah, for a alien with a ship that travels in time and space, you would think that he would be able to go to a place other than England."

The two laughed in hushed tones, drawing the attention of the Doctor, who had just sat down in a huff on the pilot's chair.

"Watch this," Amy whispered quietly in Leslie's ear. "Doctor," she started. "How come she can fly the TARDIS?" she asked.

This seemed to send the Doctor deeper into his tiff. "You call that flying the TARDIS? Ha!"

"Okay," River started, "I've mapped the probability vectors, done a fold-back on the temporal isometry, charted the ship to it's destination, and parked us right along-side."

"Translation," Leslie called out to the room at large, "You've mapped the quantity with both direction and magnitude that has elements which are non-negative real numbers that add up to one, amplified the time and distance preserving map between two spaces from behind, followed the ship to its destination using the the reverse magnified time and distance preserving map and landed." They bowed, grinning at Amy's applause.

The Doctor, however, was too focused on the last part of their statement to have any appreciation for what they said.

"We haven't landed," he told River, who smiled smugly.

"Of course we did. I just landed her," she told him.

"But, it didn't make the noise," the Doctor said, akin to a child whining.

"What noise?" River asked him, acting confused to rile him up.

"You know, the-" the Doctor tried, and failed, to imitate the sound the TARDIS made when it landed. Leslie clicked their fingers, and the TARDIS played the noise (when the Doctor was trying to make the wheezing noise, they had thought at the TARDIS, very nicely, to make the noise when they clicked. The TARDIS appreciated when they were polite, it seemed). The Doctor gave them an incredibly grateful look, to which they answered with a winning smile.

"It's not supposed to make that noise," River told him, "You leave the breaks on."

"Yeah, well, it's a brilliant noise. I love that noise," the Doctor blustered, straightening his bow-tie self-righteously.

"Come along, Pond. Let's have a look," he said. He started to walk towards the doors, Amy following.

"No, wait," River called after them, "Environment checks."

"Oh, yes, sorry," retorted the Doctor, who had reached the doors, "Quite right. Environment checks." He opened the doors and swung out.

"Nice out," he said matter-of-factly.

River looked over to the screen. "We're somewhere in the Garn Belt. There's an atmosphere. Early indications suggest that-" the Doctor cut her off.

"We're on Alfava Metraxis, the seventh planet of the Dundra system. Oxygen rich atmosphere, all toxins in the soft band, eleven hour day and chances of rain later," he prattled off smugly. Leslie raised an eyebrow, looking at River to confirm that he hadn't seen the screen. Time lords.

"He thinks he's so hot when he does that," River sighed in exasperation. She and Leslie walked towards the doors.

"Does what?" Leslie asked her. "Imitates a GPS and the radio weather? "And in today's forecast, sunny with chances of rain, and a high UV level, so wear some sunscreen." " They imitated a seemingly constipated reporter as the said this, causing River to give a smile.

"How come you can fly the TARDIS?" Amy asked River.

"I was taught by the very best." River boasted.

The Doctor looked smug, "Yeah, well-"

"It's a shame you were busy that day," River told him, and his face turned 'grumpy' as Amy would put it later. "Leslie is an excellent tutor. Right then, why did they land here?" she asked rhetorically.

Tutor? Well, I already am a tutor for my classmates and online friends, but since when could I fly the TARDIS? Oh, yea, manual. I guess that I prove myself worthy, considering that the TARDIS hasn't crashed yet. Leslie stopped in their tracks, their eyes growing wide as they peered through the door to look at the planet. Oh, no. Why, of all episodes my dream could have landed me in, why this one?

"They didn't land." Leslie sighed, resigned. I guess I'll just help Amy and tag along for the rest of it.

"Sorry?" River said, unsure of what she had heard.

"You should have checked the Home Box," the Doctor told her, "It crashed."

River went slightly pale, and rushed out of the TARDIS. Amy turned to the Doctor.

"Explain," she said shortly, "Who is that and how did she do that museum thing?"

"It's a long story and I don't know most of it," The Doctor said in an equal tone. "Off we go," he started walking towards the console.

"What are you doing?" Amy said, remaining by the door, next to Leslie.

"Leaving," the Doctor said in staccato, "She's got where she wants to go, let's go where we want to go."

"Are you basically running away?" Amy asked bluntly. Of course he is, Leslie thought. He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day. Though the Doctor has sworn against violence, so it's more like: he who runs away, lives another day (which is still true).

"Yep," the Doctor replied.

"Why?" Amy asked. Because he has the ability to, Leslie answered internally.

"Because she's the future. My future."

"Can you run away from that?" Amy asked, full of questions. Can anyone really escape the future? Leslie wondered.

"I can run away from anything I like. Time is not the boss of me," the Doctor said.

"Except when it is, and you make terrible mistakes for believing that you can control it," Leslie commented off-handedly, their brows furrowed. The Doctor made a choked noise, and Leslie looked to him with innocent, wide eyes. "Oh, sorry, was that too honest?"

"Hang on," Amy said slowly, breaking the awkward silence caused by a declaration of the truth. "Is that a planet out there?" she asked.

"Yes, of course it's a planet - this isn't some sort of simulation," Leslie said.

"You promised us a planet," Amy pointed out to the Doctor.

"Five minutes?" Leslie pleaded, catching on.

The Doctor relented, "Okay, five minutes."

"Yes!" Amy cheered, running out the door.

Leslie followed, turning to see if the Doctor was behind them. Seeing them look back, he added, "But that's all, because I'm telling you now, that woman is not dragging me into anything."

The Doctor followed them out of the TARDIS to where they were standing five feet away, staring, transfixed, at the spaceship.

"What caused it to crash?" Amy asked.

"Not me," River commented, sounding slightly unsure.

"Nah, the airlock would have sealed seconds after you blew it," the Doctor told her, "According to the Home Box, the warp engines had a phase shift. No survivors."

Leslie wandered off, trying to get a closer look at the building, their boots scraping slightly against the rocks covering the ground. From the way it looks, you wouldn't be able to tell that as soon as you go into it, you're a goner. But it's filled with millions upon millions of statues, and all of them Weeping Angels. What if I mess this up and we don't make it?

Behind them, they heard River, the Doctor and Father Octavian (who had walked over from seemingly nowhere) talking about the 'mission'. One statement stood out among the rest.

"Doctor, what do you know of the Weeping Angels?"

Well, he's going to know far more after this, don't you worry.