Waking up in a strange bed

Amy shifted on the mattress, scrunching her face in annoyance as she tried to fall back to sleep. She couldn't remember what their last adventure had been, but she woke up feeling more well rested than ever before! It was just a shame her slumber had been ruined by a nightmare

Oh, and what a terrible nightmare it had been! **** to play Lady Godiva, humiliated by a future version of herself, and then dumped in the Stone Age without a stitch of clothing!

As consciousness returned, Amy became aware that she was naked under the bedsheet, briefly grabbing her boob for further confirmation. That was odd, the Scot thought. She always slept in tartan pajamas, so made a mental note to find them before seeing the Doctor. She didn't want a repeat of the time the TARDIS had tricked her into sleepwalking in the buff!

Finally giving up on falling back to sleep, Amy opened her eyes...and screamed.

She wasn't in her bedroom on the TARDIS, as she had thought, and the nightmare had been real.

A child was standing next to her bed, staring at her, and politely smiling. Wait, not a child; they were just unusually short.

"Sorry if I scared you, miss," he said. "I trust you slept well?"

"Wha-Get out! Where the fuck am I?!" Amy felt her face burning, and pulled her bedsheet up to her chin.

"Oh, dear, you really did hit your head badly! We found you stumbling around in the road, and after you got hit by a car, we brought you back here to look after you."

"The road?"

It was all starting to come back to her. The streak through the woods, being pursued by horny cavemen, stepping through the portal, being deafened by a loud horn. Amy guessed that she must have been dropped off in the middle of modern-day Coventry, and was lucky that she hadn't been run over.

"I didn't want to ask what you were doing, miss. Of course, it's not my place to question the actions of the Naked Ones."

OK, so maybe not 21st century Coventry...

"I'm still feeling a bit confused after my accident, tell me what the Naked Ones are again?"

"They're those members of the population whose ancestors were not infected by the virus, and who will be the future of the human race. As your numbers are low, and your survival paramount, it was decided you would remain naked to be easily identified, and the rest of us, much shorter and with tainted DNA, would watch over you at all times."

"And...err...what if I don't want to be naked?" Amy drew her knees up to her chest and rubbed her arms. The boy...no, man...found her question amusing.

"Why would you not want to be naked? You get to enjoy a stress-free life! Can you believe that hundreds of years ago, public nudity was illegal, and nudity was mocked?"

"Oh...err...yeah, I suppose," Amy smiled weakly, playing along while accepting that she'd have to remain starkers for a while longer.

"Now, how about some breakfast, miss?" her servant asked, as a ginormous rumble issued from her stomach.

"Yes, please. And it's Amy, by the way."

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The ginger girl squeezed her thighs together and flexed her toes as she finished her breakfast.

She had been hoping to sneak off to the bathroom after placing her order, but her servant hadn't stopped looking at her since she'd woken up.

The wonderful food had been a pleasant distraction (at least there was still hope for her descendents' taste buds!), but her urge to visit the toilet was becoming too pressing to ignore.

"Errm...do you think you could turn around?" Amy asked, squirming under the bed sheet. "I...err...need to go to the little girls' room."

"Don't let me stop you, Amy! The bathroom is just over there."

"Yes, I know," Amy said through gritted teeth. "But I don't want you to see me naked. Please, just for 10 seconds. Don't you guys have to do everything I tell you?"

"There are laws, Amy," he informed her. "Otherwise you could go on a mass killing spree, or rob a bank! At least one person needs to be watching you, and as the only one here, it will be me who goes down if I look away. So if it's all the same to you, I won't."

"Fine, I'll just wet the bed then!" Amy fumed, throwing herself back down onto her pillows, and switching on the TV.

"That is your choice, Amy," the man said. "I'm sworn not to judge your decisions."

Ignoring him, Amy flicked through the channels, stroking the bracelet that was still on her wrist, and wondering how she was going to escape if she was summoned.