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Arriving on Gallifrey

Soon the TARDIS stopped weezing and made the familiar thunk! as it landed.

Curious, Amy rose to her bare feet and padded after the Doctor, hugging the scarf tight to her body.

"W-where are we?" Amy asked, but the Doctor had already swept out of the time machine.

Amy slipped out of the door...and immediately threw up a hand to shield her eyes from the bright lights. When her eyes had adjusted, Amy squeaked and threw her arms back around herself, feeling a blush spreading rapidly across her face.

She was surrounded by humanoids, all wearing long, flowing robes with high collars and large headdresses. They were all looking down at her with disdain. Amy smiled weakly back at them, adjusting her scarf to cover as much of her pale skin as possible.

Amy hurried after the Doctor, the floor cool under her bare feet, but had taken more than a few steps before she was yanked back. Looking around in horror, Amy saw that the end of the scarf was trapped in the TARDIS door.

"No, no, no!"

She launched herself at the blue box, pulling as hard as she could on the colourful fabric, but it refused to budge. The half-naked girl twisted back around, stumbling over her own feet, to see her hosts still watching her.

"Don't just stand there!" she cried. "Give me some clothes!"

Amy pressed her back against the cool wooden door, her chest heaving as tears threatened to overcome her.

"Move her to the auditorium," someone said, and before Amy could stop them, strong hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away from the TARDIS.

No, wait!"

Amy kicked and screamed, lashing out to try and escape, but felt the scarf rapidly unwinding from her body. She stretched out a hand despairingly, but the last of the fabric slipped through her fingers and hung limply from the TARDIS, out of reach.

Amy caught a glimpse of a large room, hundreds of people occupying the towering seating.

It was all too much for her. Freezing, humiliated, stark naked, hungry, dehydrated and exhausted, Amy fainted.