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"So may I suggest a small experiment instead?" whispered Tibenoch, cocking his revolver. The hall fell silent. Hanna's rage diminished, replaced with a shadow of fear. I can still see him standing there-his fists clenched, even though his face was as pale as a ghost's. It was obvious that he was more afraid than angry, and simply wanted to keep his friends' morale up. I sighed. Hanna, always thinking of others' needs before his own. I would have smiled, if not for the desperate situation we were in. Instead, I swept my gaze upwards. The room was large and well furnished, with high, barred windows and all sorts of clocks covering the walls-so

GLaDOS' deep frown grew deeper as she walked through the test chambers, as much as she didn't want to walk through the destruction that little moron had caused to her facility, protocols required her to (there weren't exactly humans left alive to maintain and repair the facility), and after all the work she had done to get rid of the flora and fauna now she had to deal with test chambers crushed together haphazardly. That girl had said something about what a horrendous job the moron had done in "building" test chambers; that was one of the few times GLaDOS smiled at something she said. Or she would have, if she wasn't a potato at the time. S

The TARDIS hummed around Amy as she stepped out of her room, her bare feet brushing the floor, soft lights warming to life around her. She looked left and right, deciding to go right, and began to explore. As she walked, she thought about what had happened. About the nightmarish dreams, and the way she'd felt when Rory had died, had left her- and she'd realized if she ever returned to normalcy she'd be left alone. Maybe that was love- knowing your life would be empty without that person. But then, she couldn't see living in Leadworth as a real life anyway… And the Doctor- how much did he really detest himself? How much…and, Amy