She heard a voice that sounded strangely familiar calling to him, and then she heard a sound that filled her chest with despair: the diminishing vworp vworp of a TARDIS as it dematerialises. The door opened at that moment, and she walked out into the downstairs hall. ‘He’s run out on you,’ said a deep voice. ‘How does it feel to be abandoned?’ ‘The Doctor doesn’t abandon his friends,’ said Amy to the thing in the shadows. ‘He does. He obviously did in this case. You can wait as long as you want to, he’ll never come back,’ said the thing, as it stepped out of the darkness and into the half-light. It was huge. Its shape was humanoid, but also somehow animal. (Lupine, thought Amy Pond, as she took a step backwards, away from the thing.) It had a mask on, an unconvincing wooden mask, that seemed like it was meant to represent an angry dog, or perhaps a wolf. ‘He’s taking someone he believes to be you for a ride in the TARDIS.
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