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A Place to Start.

Part One…

The wooden door at the end of the long dark hallway had bright shiny handles that glinted like cat's eyes in the light from the sonic screwdriver.

"Whose turn is it?" Amy inquired. Her tone was curious and almost challenging.

"Yours." The Doctor grinned, "I did it the last time. And, you're the guest here, definitely your turn."

Amy put her hands on the shiny doorknobs, casting a slightly worried look at the Doctor. "I'm not going to get covered in slime or anything again am I?"

"No." His voice said.

His eyes said, "You might."

Amy took a deep breath and flung open the doors, hiding behind one, letting the Doctor take the full force of any potential projectiles.

She swallowed an unexpected nervous giggle. "Any slime?"

The Doctor sighed. "Nope."

"Tidal wave?" The giggle threatened to escape, "Jelly babies, dogs with no noses?"

"No. Not for a long time. And only on Barcelona." He pulled the door away from her, "It's something you'll like."

"Are you just saying that?" He didn't appear to have any slime on him. But… the TARDIS did like the Doctor more than she liked Amy.

"I promise you Amelia Pond." He took her hand in his, guiding her to stand in the doorway, "This is a slime free zone."

Her jaw dropped.

Forget about her name sounding as if it were from a fairy tale.

This room… this ballroom was a fairy tale.

Glossy wooden floors, cavernous ceilings, chandeliers, pale creams and TARDIS blue. Disney could not have imagined it better.

Amy closed her mouth and swallowed nervously.

"I'm not that good at dancing." She admitted, blushing.

The Doctor led her into the middle of the room, to the centre of an immense starburst pattern.

"Do you want me to teach you?" He stood so that the front of his shoes touched hers, "I haven't danced with these legs yet, but I should remember the basic steps."

Amy laced her warm fingers through his cool ones, put her other hand on his shoulder and looked down at her feet. "1, 2, 3…"

"1, 2, 3…" The Doctor stepped into the pattern, encouraging Amy to follow his lead.

"You keep saying such strange things." Amy glanced up at him.

"New body, new face." He wiggled his eyebrows at her, "New moves."

Amy squeaked as the Doctor spun her out, pulled her close and then dipped her until her hair pooled onto the floor.

Her eyes went wide, starring up at the ceiling above them. "What is that?" She asked breathlessly.

The Doctor gently dropped Amy to the floor and lay beside her.

"That is your sun." He pointed, "The Sol System. Earth is Sol 3, in case you were wondering." He pointed to another spot. "And that's where we were last week."

"The Bonn Garr Snowflake festival."She grinned at him, "Where we got chased by snowmen?"

"Gann Borri Infantrymen." The Doctor grinned back at her, "One of the only cases of an evolutionary defence system."

"I have no idea what that means."

"It means…" He turned back to the map of the universe, "That the planet grew its own army. Millions, billions of years of trial and error, until it got a defence force it didn't have to pay for or train."

"So, they just… hang around… until Bonn Garr needs defending?"

"I said they don't need training or get paid, I didn't say they don't get time off."

"Like holidays?"

"Exactly like holidays."

"So where do Gann Borri Infantrymen go on holidays?"

He looked at her oddly, as if trying to figure out the shock value of what her was about to tell her.

"Have you ever heard of the Abominable Snowman?"

End…