'Apalapucia,' said The Doctor, running about the console.

The Wizard was wearing her favourite coat and polishing her sonic screwdriver, sitting on the stairs. Rory and Amy were standing side by side, watching The Doctor as he flicked levers.

'Say it again?' asked Amy, hand on hip.

'Apalapucia,' said The Doctor again.

Amy bowed her head. 'Apalapu…'

'Chia.' The Doctor finished.

'Apalapucia.' Amy.

'Apalapucia.' Rory.

'Apalapucia.' The Doctor.

'SHUSH!' The Wizard.

The Doctor stuck his tongue out at her.

'What a beautiful word,' said Amy.

'Argh,' groaned The Wizard.

'Beautiful word, beautiful world. Apalapucia, voted number two planet in the top ten greatest destinations for the discerning intergalactic traveller.' The Doctor whacked his head on something.

The Wizard sighed.

'Why couldn't we go to number one?' asked Rory.

'It's hideous!' said The Doctor immediately, making The Wizard laugh. 'Everyone goes to number one. Planet of the coffee shops,' he scoffed and landed the Tardis. 'Apalapucia. I give you sunsets, spires, soaring silver colonnades. I give you…'

The Wizard put her sonic screwdriver into her pocket and stood up, following him to the door.

'Doors,' said Rory.

The Doctor and the rest were looking at two white doors a few metres from the Tardis, a panel with two buttons next to it. 'Doors. Yes. I - I give you doors. But on the other side of those doors, I give you sunsets, spires, soaring silver colonnades.'

'Or maybe more doors,' winked The Wizard.

'Shut up!' he whined at her.

'Have you seen my phone?' asked Amy, preventing The Wizard from winding up The Doctor further.

'Your phone?' he echoed, looking blank and in disbelief.

'Yeah.'

'Your mobile telephone? I bring you to a paradise planet, two billion light years from Earth, and you want to update… Twitter.'

'What have you got against Twitter?' asked The Wizard, pacing around the room.

'Everything,' said The Doctor.

Amy continued. 'Sunsets, spires, soaring silver colonnades. It's a camera phone.'

The Doctor shut his mouth a moment, feeling stupid. It didn't help The Wizard was raising a quirky eyebrow at him. 'On the counter, by the DVDs.'

'Thank you.' Amy disappeared.

'How do we get in?' Rory asked as the rest approached the doors.

'I don't know. Push a button.'

'Nothing ever goes wrong when you push a button,' said The Wizard.

'Shut up!' whined The Doctor again.

Rory pressed the top button, the Green Anchor.

The doors opened and inside was another white room.

'I love the sunset,' said The Wizard.

'Will you stop raining on my parade?!' snapped The Doctor childishly.

'You complained all through the last trip I chose,' replied The Wizard, stepping into the room, 'what are you expecting?'

The Doctor grumbled under his breath and followed her in. Rory ushered himself in behind them as the doors closed.

The room had a glass table and what seemed to be a giant spy glass sitting in the centre. There was another pair of doors at the other end of the room and a few chairs lining the walls. It was a small room.

'Fascinating,' she said blankly.

'Yeah, okay, so rain check on the soaring silver colonnades,' said The Doctor.

'The doors are nice, though,' Rory said, joining in.

'Oi!' said The Doctor, then conceded their point. He examined the table.

'It's a magnifying glass,' said Rory.

Amy's voice came from the other side of the doors they'd walked through. 'Hey? Hey, it's locked.'

'Yeah, push the button.' Rory called back.

'How long does it take to find a phone next to the DVDs?' asked The Wizard.

Nothing happened for a long moment.

'Come on, Amy,' said Rory, sighing.

'Maybe she's stopped to update Twitter,' said The Wizard.

'OI!' yelled The Doctor from his magnifying glass.

Rory sighed again and went out of the doors.

The Doctor and The Wizard, meanwhile, were frowning at the magnifying glass.

They sat down on the chairs.

'Where is she? Where on wherever we are is my wife?'

'Good question,' murmured The Wizard.

The Doctor pressed a button on the magnifying glass.

'Rory, I think I've found her.'

Through the glass was Amy, sitting also in a chair.

'What do you mean you've found her? Whoa. No, but, she's not, she's not here.'

'Rory, we got that,' said The Wizard.

'I can see her, but she's not here.'

'Where am I?' asked Amy. 'In fact, where are you?'

'A room,' said The Wizard, as the doors to their left opened. 'Argh! Wha-t is that?' she asked, taken by surprise.

'You wouldn't believe me if I said it was a waterfall would you?' asked The Doctor.

'Not in the slightest, now shut up!'

The Doctor noticed, finally, that the robot had hands. 'Hands. Hello, hands. Robot with hands, Rory.'

'Welcome to the Twostreams facility. Will you be visiting long?'

'Er, Wizard, Doctor, something's happening,' called Amy from the other side of the glass.

Her image wavered.

'Uh-oh,' mumbled The Wizard, glancing between the robot and the glass.

'Er, Amy?' said The Doctor, 'Stay calm. Stay still. Ah, time's gone wobbly. I hate it when it does that.'

'GONE WOBBLY?!' asked The Wizard incredulously.

'It has!' said The Doctor, working to pull his sonic screwdriver from his coat.

'It's beyond wobbly, it's gone wibbly wobbly,' she grumbled, pulling out her own sonic.

They pointed it at the glass.

'Will you be visiting long?' asked the robot.

Rory backed away from it. 'Good question. Bit sinister. What's the answer to not get us killed?'

'42!' shouted The Wizard, preoccupied.

'Shouting 42 never helps!' Rory argued back.

'My counter-argument to that proposal is 42! Now shut up a minute.'

'Bit of hush!' panted The Doctor.

They got Amy back.

'It's okay, we've got you, you're fine.'

'Will you be visiting long?'

'Wizard, Doctor? A little help?' Rory continued panicking. 'Doctor! Wizard!'

'Yes, fine!' shouted The Wizard, leaving The Doctor to deal with an angry looking Amy.

'And where have you been?'

'What do I tell it?' asked Rory.

The Wizard pointed her sonic at it and the robot shut down. 'Tell it to count sheep.' She turned her attention back to Amy.

'I've been here a week!'

'A week?' exclaimed The Doctor. 'A week? I'm so sorry. Ah-ha. Same room, different times. Two different timestreams running parallel but at different speeds. Amy, you're in a faster timestream.'

'Also known as wobbly,' said The Wizard, focusing on the magnifying glass.

Amy saw The Doctor pull a face at the back of The Wizard's head.

The glass wobbled. 'Wizard, Doctor, it's going again.'

'Oh great,' muttered The Wizard.

'Wizard! Doctor!'

'Amy!'

'Amy!'

'We've got you.'

'Come on... Gotcha. There. Stabilised, settled, shush.' The Doctor turned away and to Rory, focusing on their second problem.

The Wizard patted the glass above Amy's head and did the same.

'Why has this got hands?' Rory was peering at the robot.

'Organic skin. Ultimate universal interface, grown and crafted, not born. I mean, it's actually seeing with its fingers, scanning the room… … … But why not just give it eyes? Hang on,' The Doctor looked around, 'why isn't it still talking?'

'I shut it down,' replied The Wizard.

'Right,' he replied, scratching the back of his head with his sonic, 'we'll get back to that later. For now, Amy, what exactly did you do?'

'I just, I came in and I pressed the door button.'

'Oh,' said Rory. 'Amy, there are two buttons. The green anchor and the red waterfall.'

'Buttons,' muttered The Wizard.

'Which one did you push?'

'I pushed the red waterfall,' said Amy.

'Great.'

'Go see if you can get her,' said The Wizard. Rory nodded and walked out. He came back a moment later.

'I pressed Red Waterfall, and she wasn't there!' he exclaimed and sat down on the chair The Doctor stood up from in front of the time glass.

'Okay, so you can't follow her directly. You know, it's never simple.' The Doctor pointed his sonic at the robot, starting it up again. 'Did you hear that, Handbot? She pressed the wrong button, that's all. We're aliens, we didn't know.'

'Statement… rejected. Apalapucia is under planet-wide quarantine. This is a kindness facility for those infected with Chen Seven.'

Almost like children hastening to shut each other up, The Doctor and The Wizard leapt three feet into the air, pulled their coat collars over their mouths and noses with one hand, and putting their other had over the other's mouth. The result was quite funny.

'What?' they echoed.

'Chen Seven, hmm?' asked Rory, having also covered his mouth and nose.

'The one day plague.'

'What, you get it for a day?' asked Rory, hopefully.

'No, you get it,' said The Doctor, 'and you die in a day.'

Rory blinked at them.

'There are forty thousand residents in the Twostreams Facility. Please remain in the sterile areas. Visiting hours are now.'

It beamed itself away. The Wizard removed her hand from The Doctor's collar and scanned the room with her sonic. They put their hands down when she got her results.

'Sterile area. We're safe.'

'What about me?' called Amy.

'Chen Seven only affects two-hearted races like Apalapucians,' explained The Doctor.

'And Timelords,' said Rory, looking at them uneasily.

'Yeah, like us. Walk into that facility, we're dead in a day. Time moves faster on Amy's side of the glass.'

'Or at least it did until we isolated it,' said The Wizard, flicking her sonic on and off.

'Amy, you said you'd been here a week. What did you eat?'

'Nothing. I wasn't hungry.'

'Hmmm,' said The Wizard.

'No,' agreed The Doctor, 'because that Red Waterfall time is compressed. That's the point. The Time Glass it syncs up the two timestreams for visits. You could be in here for a day, and watch them live out their entire lives.'

'And watch them grow old in front of your eyes?' asked Rory. 'That's horrible.'

'No, Rory,' said The Doctor, 'it's kind. You've got a choice. Sit by their bedside for twenty four hours and watch them die, or sit in here for twenty four hours and watch them live. Which would you choose?' Without warning, he pulled the glass from the table. They heard a moment of Amy protesting before she was drowned out by the sound of two sonic screwdrivers.

'Wizard? Doctor? Doctor, no, don't leave me.'

They found her again, The Doctor holding up the glass.

'We're here, Amy. We're right here.'

Amy grinned, looking around. 'Where are you? Am I looking at you?'

'Turn left just a fraction. Bit more. Stop. That's it.'

'Eye to eye?'

'Eye to eye to eye to eye,' said The Doctor, glancing at The Wizard then Rory.

'Hello,' said Rory.

'Boo,' said The Wizard. 'Amy, we've got an idea.'

'We're going to take the Time Glass back to the Tardis. Like satnav, we'll use it to get a lock, then smash through using the Tardis to get you out. Until then, you're on your own.' He waved his sonic again.

'Er, what are you doing?' asked Rory.

'Yes I'd like to know that,' said The Wizard.

'Locking it on to Amy. Small act of vandalism. No one'll mind.'

As soon as The Doctor said that, an alarm sounded.

'DOCTOR!' yelled The Wizard.

'Ah, that'll be the small act of vandalism alarm.'

'For god's sake,' muttered The Wizard in despair.

'Amy, I need you to go into the facility just for a bit. Find somewhere safe and leave me a sign. Remember, you're immune to Chen Seven, but don't let them give you anything. They don't know you're alien. Their kindness will kill you. Now go.'

'Don't wait,' said The Wizard, 'Amy, hold on. Hold on. We're coming for you.' She met Amy's eyes, despite only one being able to see the other.

Amy nodded. 'Rory, I love you. Now save me. Go on.' She vanished.

'Rory, Tardis.'

Rory nodded and followed them out of the doors and into the homely and welcoming blue of the Tardis.

'Smash through time,' said The Wizard, now that Amy was out of earshot, 'that's your plan?'

'Yes,' he replied.

'While I don't have any better ideas off the top of my head I'm going to warn you now this is a terrible idea.'

'What?' asked Rory.

'It's the only one we've got,' said The Doctor.

'Yeah, yeah,' said The Wizard.

Rory sighed unhappily.

'Just pull the damn leaver,' said The Wizard and pulled out a drawer from the console, grabbing a pair of glasses.

'This is locked onto Amy permanently. Play the signal into the console, the Tardis'll follow it.'

'Hurry up, then,' The Wizard said, unhappily. Without saying a word she slipped the glasses onto Rory.

'Wha-?'

'I'll explain in a minute. What do you think of them?'

'Ridiculous.'

The Doctor walked over. 'Glasses are cool, see?' He took them off, making The Wizard sigh in impatience. 'Hello, normal Rory.'

'Uhh…'

He put the glasses back on Rory. 'Hello handsome man!'

'Doctor,' said The Wizard, trying to get him to hurry up.

'Right! Rory-cam!'

'Huh?'

The Wizard pointed at the large screen near the door, where she and The Doctor from Rory's point of view were displayed.

'Oh…, you can see what I see.'

'We're breaking into Twostreams. Now, we can't go in there. The Chen Seven'll kill me, no regeneration. God knows what it will do to The Wizard, but you can't carry her round if it takes her down. You will be our eyes and ears.'

'What do you mean, God knows what it will do to The Wizard?' asked Rory.

'Long time ago, a friend of ours by the name of Rose messed me up,' said The Wizard, 'the day she looked into the heart of the Tardis. Pretty sure we've told you this before, Rory, focus!'

'Uh, right,' he said. 'I'm the Rory-cam. Rescue Amy. Got it.'

'That's the spirit!' celebrated The Doctor. 'Now, smashing through a timewall could get a bit hairy.'

'Is it safe?' asked Rory.

'Don't know. Never tried. Best hold onto something. You have, haven't you?' he asked The Wizard.

'Yes I have. Define safe, Rory.' said The Wizard.

'Uhh…'

'And away we go!' said The Doctor, pulling a lever.

The entire Tardis shook and sparks flew around the console, making Rory yelp and duck under his arms.

The Wizard fought to keep the Tardis level. '1, 2, gamma, chi, 475, got it! Doctor, reset the stabilisers!'

'I can't reach them!' he yelled as he was blown to the railings.

She threw a ball from her pocket at them and the Tardis settled. They landed a moment later and The Wizard ushered Rory out, passing him The Doctor's sonic screwdriver, then hurriedly slammed the doors shut.

'Red Waterfall,' said Rory through the screen. 'We made it.'

'Good old us,' said The Doctor.

'How do we know that we're in the same Red Waterfall as Amy?'

'Hush, Rory,' said The Wizard.

'Yeah, come on! Focus on the positive. We locked onto Amy's timestream.' The Doctor glanced at his friend.

The Wizard fiddled with the time rotor. When they returned their attention to the Rory-cam he was looking at the chest of a statue of a lady.

'Eyes front, soldier,' said The Doctor.

'I'm reminded of Jack,' murmured The Wizard, making The Doctor laugh.

Rory cleared his throat and looked away. 'Right, yes. Sorry.'

The Doctor chuckled again and then began his lecture as Rory looked around where he was; a gallery. 'Apalapucians are the great cultural scavengers, Rory. This gallery's a scrapbook of their favourite places.'

'Hence the Mona Lisa,' said The Wizard.

'That's not…?' asked Rory.

'No, her nose is wrong.'

'Bit of Earth, bit of alien, bit of whatever the hell that is…' Rory was examining the art. He continued into the building, which remained as deserted as they'd seen. 'Where is everyone?'

Neither Timelord answered. Rory wasn't even sure if they'd heard him.

'Right, Rory, switch the Time Glass on and sonic it.' The Doctor ran off for a moment up the stairs from the console.

'I'm finding Amy by sending a command signal to The Doctor's screwdriver,' said The Wizard. 'Hopefully we'll lock onto her. You want to see where all the people are?'

Rory nodded, making the screen slightly nauseating to look at for humans.

'I'll mix the filters of the glass, hold it up.'

Rory held up his Time Glass and gasped when he saw the blurs of everyone moving around him.

'The timestreams are flowing over each other invisibly. They're all around you, Rory.'

'Cool,' he said, sounding uneasy. 'Are they happy?'

'Oh, Rory,' sighed The Wizard.

'What?'

'Only you would wonder that.'

'You weren't?'

'I know they are,' she replied, as The Doctor's footsteps returned. He was carrying a tin of biscuits, a vial of hydrogen plasma, a clock, a rusted sheet of non-Earth metal and a pen spring.

'Back!' he announced.

'What in the name of all things sane are you doing with that?' asked The Wizard.

He passed her the biscuits and held the rest up.

'Oh I see. Makes sense without the biscuits.'

They heard a crash from Rory and saw he was on the ground, looking at something that made their multiple hearts sink. The Doctor dropped the clock.

'I come in peace. Peace, peace, peace, peace!' Rory was saying from the ground.

'I waited,' said Amy.

'Sorry, what?' asked Rory.

The Wizard swore. The Doctor glanced at her, then back to the Rory-cam.

'I waited for you. I waited for you.' Amy removed her helmet, showing who she was to Rory.

'Amy,' he breathed. 'Wizard, Doctor, what's going on?'

'Er… ..,' said The Doctor.

'Amy,' said Rory.

'I think the timestream lock might be a bit wobbly.'

'A BIT?!' shouted The Wizard, making Rory and The Doctor jump.

Amy rasied a sword. Rory panicked.

'No, please. Please.'

'Duck.'

Rory did as she said and Amy plunged the sword through a handbot that had snuck behind Rory.

'Handbots carry a black box in case they go offline. I've changed the cause of termination from hostile to accidental,' she said, 'easy to re-programme. Used my sonic probe.'

'What.' The Wizard said.

'Amy.'

'Rory.'

'Why?'

'Because I've survived this long by making the Handbots think I don't exist. Don't touch the hands.' She led Rory away from the area. 'There's anaesthetic transfer on the skin. If they touch you, you go to sleep.'

'But you're still here?' Rory asked.

'You didn't save me.' Amy didn't look back.

'But, this is the saving. This is the us saving you. The Doctor just got the timing a bit out.'

The Doctor mouthed "sorry," while The Wizard rubbed her face.

'I've been on my own here a long, long time. I've had decades to think nice thoughts about those two. Got a bit harder to stay charitable once I entered decade four.'

'Forty years? Alone?' Rory asked.

'Thirty six years, thanks,' she replied.

'No. Right. I mean, you look great. Really, really,' Rory started looking her up and down.

'Eyes front, soldier,' said Amy.

'Still can't win then,' muttered Rory.

'In fact, I think I can now definitely say I hate them. I hate The Doctor. I hate them more than I've ever hated anyone in my life, and you can hear every word of this through those ridiculous glasses, can't you, Raggedy Man?'

'Why not The Wizard?' Rory asked, not being able to help himself.

'I can remember the day this happened. She wasn't the one who strode out of the doors, instead she was the one who kept her attention on keeping me alive. You can hear me, can't you Doctor?'

'Er, yes. Putting the speaker phone on,' said The Doctor, though The Wizard had already done it, reaching behind her to sonic the console, still leaning on it.

'You told me to wait, and I did. A lifetime.'

'Amy…'

'You've got nothing to say to me.'

'Amy, behind you!' said The Doctor.

Two handbots had appeared. She threw her katana to Rory and touched the robot's hands together.

'Feedback. Knocks them out. Learned that trick on my first day.'

Rory spoke as The Wizard rubbed a fingertip over her hairline. 'Okay, so we just take the Tardis back to the right time stream, yeah? We can stop any of this happening.'

The Doctor explained, picking up the clock. 'We locked on to a timestream, Rory. This is it.'

'This is so wrong.'

Amy began walking again. 'I got old, Rory. What did you think was going to happen?'

Rory grabbed her arm, making her turn. 'Hey, I don't care that you got old. I care that we didn't grow old together. Amy, come on, please.'

'Don't touch me. Don't do that.'

'It's like you're not even her.'

'Thirty six years, three months, four days of solitary confinement. This facility was built to give people the chance to live. I walked in here and I died. Do you have anything to say? Anything, Doctor?'

'Where did you get a sonic screwdriver?'

'I made it. And it's a sonic probe.'

'You made a sonic screwdriver?' asked Rory.

'Probe.'

They reached two doors and Amy walked through. On the doors was a smudge of red lipstick that had been rubbed away.

Rory held up the time glass. Doctor, Wizard, I'm waiting.

The Wizard sighed and stood up from the console, took the plasma vial from The Doctor's pocket and held it up to the light. 'It won't work.'

'Why not?'

'Doctor, we've got three timelines active, not two. And we can't close any of them.'

He sighed. 'You're right.'

She patted his shoulder. 'It was a good idea. See if you can get old Amy to help our Amy. Then we can get her back.'

He nodded and she took everything back up the stairs along the different rooms. She walked to the storeroom, returning everything The Doctor had brought out. She finished putting things away and paused for a moment by a bench, thinking under the arched shelves that made no sense to anyone but her and The Doctor. She hated it. She thought of the time she'd had to dig up Jack after he was buried underground, waking and dying every minute. Time went wibbly sometimes, as The Doctor would put it. She sat down for a few minutes, leant her head against the wall of the Tardis closed her eyes.

The whole Time War had gone wibbly. The year they'd asked Martha to walk the Earth, the years Donna was missing from her memories. The years Sarah Jane had taken to get herself back on track. The years River had lost with her parents. The life Rose lost at the fall of Torchwood London. The years Amy thought they didn't exist. Owen losing years of life. Tommy, the boy from world war one. The years The Master had lived in hiding from the hell of the Time War. The thousand years Rory had stood guard of a box. The hundred years Jack had waited for them.

It made her sad to think of it. And now Amy. There was something they could do this time, however, which made her determined to do that.

She returned sombre to find Rory and Amy walking out of her lair.

'Well?' she asked The Doctor.

'I am now officially changing my own future,' said Amy, turning round to look in the camera. 'Hold on to your spectacles. In my past, I saw my future self refuse to help you. I'm now changing that future and agreeing. Every law of time says that shouldn't be possible. Right Wizard?'

'Amelia Pond, sometimes knowing your own future's what enables you to change it. Especially if you're bloody minded, contradictory…'

'And completely unpredictable,' finished The Doctor.

'So basically, if you're Amy, then?' asked Rory.

'Yes, if anyone could defeat pre-destiny, it's your wife.'

'Wizard,' said Amy, making the Timelord look at the screen.

'Huh?'

'A long time ago you told me not to wait, but to hang on.'

'I did, yes.'

'Thank you.'

'Why?'

'Because I did. I did hang on because of that and it seems it's paying off.'

The Wizard smiled. 'Amy, you're amazing.'

'I know,' she replied. 'Now, about this. It's not about what I'm doing, but who I'm doing it for. I'm trusting you to watch my back, Rory.'

'Always. You and me, always,' he said, not knowing what else to say.

'Because here's the deal. You take me, too. In the Tardis. Me too.'

'But that means that there'll be two of you,' said Rory, 'Permanently. Forever.'

The Wizard and The Doctor froze, not turning their gazes from the screen.

'And that way we both get to live.'

'Two Amys together. Can that work?' Rory asked, pausing his walking for a moment.

'I don't know,' said The Doctor. 'It's your marriage.'

The Wizard burst out laughing.

'Doctor…' warned Rory.

'Perhaps. Maybe, if I shunted the reality compensators on the Tardis, re-calibrated the Doomsday bumpers and jettisoned the karaoke bar, yes. Maybe... … … …'

'…'

'… Yes. It could do it. The Tardis could sustain the paradox.'

The Wizard said nothing.

'Right. Amy and Amy.' Rory held up his time glass where the young Amy was. 'The wife and the wife. Right. Right.'

'Okay. Amy, Past Amy, stand by the door. Future Amy, you too,' said The Doctor.

'Rory, you're on wires,' said The Wizard, 'we're messing with time here so pay attention. Things are going to go wibbly wobbly.'

'Future Amy, can I borrow your sonic scr- e-f-h-k-q- probe,' said The Doctor, rolling his eyes.

'It's a screwdriver,' she smiled and passed it to Rory.

The Doctor grinned. 'Rory, sonic it. Double our power. Amy Now, you're our link to Amy Then. We need to get a signal through, and that signal-,' he caught a biscuit The Wizard threw, 'Will be a thought. Amy Now and Amy Then, share a thought. Something so powerful that it can rip through time.'

'It could be Monopoly for all I care,' added The Wizard, taking over. 'Right, Rory, here's your job. See that plinth? That's the regulator for the time engines.'

'Yeah…?'

'Sonic it, get it open and crack your knuckles. Hold on to your spectacles,' she finished, with a wink at The Doctor.

'It's open.'

'Right. See these wires?'

'Uh…' Rory was faced with several. 'Yeah.'

'That's the regulator valve in there, the three levers and the wires. Now, good news, after we re-route it, you have ten minutes to get back to the Tardis. That's good news because at least it's not nine minutes.'

'Uhhh…'

'Hush, pay attention. I need you to-,'

'Amy start focusing,' called The Doctor.

Amy nodded and began thinking.

'-pull out the red and green receptors. If you don't know what those are we're in trouble. Re-route the blue into the red and the green into blue. Leave the red loose and on no account whatsoever do you touch anything yellow.'

Rory fumbled as he fiddled with the wires.

'Come on, Rory,' urged The Doctor, 'It's hardly rocket science, it's just quantum physics!'

Amongst the pressure which must have felt like steam in a sealed can Rory was working. 'Yes, right. Blue… into red and then green…'

'RORY!' yelled The Wizard, 'Hurry up!'

'Levers! Levers!' yelled The Doctor, clapping his hands. 'Throw them in order. And Amys, start thinking the most important thought you have ever had.'

'Monopoly,' said The Wizard, pulling a wire from the console.

'Hold it in your head and do not let it go. Lever one.'

Rory quickly pulled the left-hand lever and turned to watch Amy, who had begun to sway on the spot. She began to do the Macarena.

'She's doing the Macarena.'

'Oh god,' mumbled The Wizard.

'Our first kiss…'

'RORY!' she yelled for the second time in five minutes.

'Right, sorry. Lever two?'

'Lever two,' confirmed The Doctor.

Young Amy began to appear.

'Lever three now,' said The Wizard.

Amy came through.

'Right,' said The Wizard, sitting down and gesturing for The Doctor to pass her a biscuit. 'Now we wait.'

'I can't believe this,' said The Doctor, sitting down next to her. He sighed unhappily now that Amy and Rory were pre-occupied.

'Things happen,' said The Wizard.

'This was…' he threw his hands into the air and dejectedly grabbed a biscuit.

'At least we can do something about it this time,' she said.

The Doctor's floppy hair blew as he flicked his head to watch her. 'Jack?'

'Jack, Donna, Gallifrey, Martha, River, Martha again that time at Torchwood…'

'Yeah,' he said quietly.

They sat in silence side by side for a few minutes.

They watched as the two Amys interacted.

'Okay this is weird.'

'Okay this is weird.'

'Right, just stop doing that.'

'Right, just stop doing that.'

The Doctor and The Wizard laughed as the Amys could only speak in unison.

'How about,' said Rory, 'Amy One speaks first?'

'Which one's Amy one?'

'Which one's Amy one?'

'I am.'

'I am.'

'No, I am.'

'No, I am.'

The Timelords laughed.

'Rory!'

'Rory!'

'Rory, just stop doing that!'

'Rory, just stop doing that!'

The glasses began to spark.

'Rory,' said The Doctor, 'ooh, Rory, take the glasses off or you'll get temporal feedback.'

Rory threw them off and as they hit the ground the console exploded in a violent white shower of sparks.

'Argh!' The two jumped.

'Whoa!'

'Calm down, dear. Rory!' called The Doctor, 'Amys! We've created a massive paradox and the Tardis hates it she's self-phasing, trying to leave.'

The two had reached the console and were carefully and tactfully pulling levers.

A spark between them made them recoil and The Doctor sheepishly pat the space it had come from. 'What's the nasty Amy done to you now?'

'Nasty, nasty, Amy,' agreed The Wizard, ducking under another spark.

'Just calm down, dear.'

The Tardis shook slightly as The Wizard managed to pull two levers a metre and a half apart up and down again. She calmed down and The Doctor continued to prance around the console like he was walking on cracked eggshells.

'Rory, eight minutes!' yelled The Wizard, 'you're on your own now. Good luck!'

The glasses sparked once more and the screen cut out. The two sat down again for five minutes.

'Where are they,' muttered The Wizard, standing up and turning on the scanners.

Neither had mentioned of what was to come. They eyed the small screen above the console.

'They're here,' said The Wizard and they ran to the doors, parting the blue doors to the white outside. Fighting could be heard nearby and The Wizard shifted uneasily.

Amy, Amy and Rory appeared running from handbots. As they watched their Amy was touched on the neck by one, making all that saw scream either "Amy!" or "No!"

Rory smashed the fake Mona Lisa over the handbot's head and picked up the young Amy and ran into the Tardis. The Doctor and The Wizard ran after him as he set her on the floor. The Wizard scanned her with her sonic.

'Anaesthetic. She'll go a little... bright blue around the eyes for a few hours but apart from that she'll be fine.'

The Doctor had run back to the doors. The Wizard didn't turn her head when she heard him say 'I'm sorry,' and the click of the doors.

'What are you doing?' asked Rory, jumping up.

'We lied to her, Rory. There can never be two Amys in the Tardis. The paradox is too massive.'

The Wizard still said nothing.

'You can't leave her. She'll die.'

'Doctor, let me in!' yelled the older Amy outside.

'No, she'll never have existed. When we save our Amy, this future won't have happened.'

'But she happened. She's there.'

'I trusted you!'

'No, she's not real.'

'She is real! Let her in.'

'Look, we take this Amy, we leave ours. Only one Amy in the Tardis. Which one do you want?'

The Doctor, still being watched by The distant Wizard put Rory's hand on the lock of the doors.

'It's your choice.'

'This isn't fair. You're turning me into you.'

The Wizard hit him on the back of the head.

'Ow! Wizard!'

Her eyes were filled with raging tears and she was glaring defensively at Rory, stepping in front of The Doctor, who was clearly in as much despair as the rest of them. 'Don't ever say that about The Doctor.'

Rory's eyes widened a little as they said his unspoken apology.

'Your choice is obvious.'

'What?! How can you say that?'

'Your wife spent 36 years in exile while the one right here didn't go through that hell. Do you really want to have a wife that went through all that when you would have a wife that only knew love?'

Rory looked down.

Amy kept calling. 'Doctor? Doctor! Doctor? Doctor?'

'Your choice should be simple, Rory. Be grateful and don't turn it into something that's not.'

'This- don't you care?'

'I care, Rory. I care for how Amy loves and what she has to live through.'

Rory sighed and nodded at her.

Amy put a hand on the glass of the Tardis. 'The look on your face when you carried her. Me. Her.'

The Wizard stepped back to beside The Doctor, whose eyes showed his gratitude. She smiled at him.

'When you carried her away. You used to look at me like that. I'd forgotten how much you loved me. I'd forgotten how much I loved being her. Amy Pond, in the Tardis, with Rory Williams.'

The two Timelords smiled.

'I'm sorry, I can't do this,' Rory said, looking back at them with tears running from his eyes. He lifted the latch.

'If you love me, don't let me in. Open that door, I will, I'll come in. I don't want to die. I won't bow out bravely. I'll be kicking and screaming, fighting. To the end.'

'Amy. Amy, I love you.'

'I love you, too. Don't let me in. Tell Amy, your Amy, I'm giving her the days. The days with you. The days to come.'

'I'm so, so sorry.'

'The days I can't have. Take them, please, I'm giving you my days.'

The Wizard looked down, thinking.

'I'm so, so sorry.'

As they heard Amy walk away from the doors, The Wizard ran to them, shoved Rory out of the way and pointed her sonic at the controls. She darted out of the doors and flicked on her sonic, clicking her fingers and locking the doors behind her.

'WIZARD!' yelled The Doctor, as the Tardis dematerialised.

'What are you doing?' asked Amy.

The Wizard held out her hand to Amy, who uncertainly took it.

She laughed nervously when she held The Wizard's hand for the first time in years.

'I saw some of my technique when you used that sword,' said The Wizard.

'I based it off yours,' Amy replied with a grin. 'You taught me a lot just by being there.' Amy began to cry again. 'The Chen Seven. I don't want you to die!'

'I won't, you know that.'

'But-,'

'Amy. Worry about yourself.'

She nodded. 'Interface? Show me Earth. Show me home.'

A projection of Earth came from the ceiling and Amy watched it, before suddenly running into The Wizard's arms.

'You won't feel this, these are medical needles. You'll just close your eyes.'

'Wizard I'm scared, what happens when you die?'

'Nothing hurts,' The Wizard promised, hugging her.

'We can't get out of here?'

'You'll fade away soon.'

'Why are you here?'

'Oh Amy,' said The Wizard, as the handbots circled them, 'I'm here because I would never leave you, Amy Pond, to die alone.'

Amy smiled, sobbed slightly and The Wizard rubbed her back.

'Do not be alarmed. This is a kindness.'

'Thank you for being here, Wizard,' said Amy.

'Always.'

'Do not be alarmed, this is a kindness.'

The handbots shot needles and Amy fell, holding The Wizard's hand, who lowered her to the ground.

Amy smiled at The Wizard as she closed her eyes. The Wizard smiled back, squeezing her hand, as she felt a needle hit her neck. She fell back and laid side by side with Amy.

'I HATE YOU!' yelled The panicked Doctor.

'Is that any way to speak to someone who just died?' grumbled The Wizard, blinking her eyes open on the Tardis floor. 'Has Amy got blue around her eyes?'

'Yeah,' he laughed, and pulled Amy into The Wizard's view. She was hiding her eyes.

The Wizard laughed and Amy slowly removed her hands from her face, lifting her head to look at The Wizard, who hadn't bothered to move.

'You're alright,' breathed Amy happily, dropping to her knees to The Wizard's side.

'Of course I am, Amy, don't worry.'