Of course, the Doctor's way or the highway. The Doctor always knew best. Except for those times he didn't, and in the time she'd traveled with him, there was plenty of that, sometimes because he was so old, so alone, like the Star Whale, like Edwin Bracewell. The man might be mad, wondrous, knew more about the universe than she did, but sometimes he needed someone to help him see.

"You don't know that. You always told me to look and see, notice everything, not always take everything you say at face value 'cause you said it. If you have a plan, maybe I can help," Amy pressed. Another strap undone. She leaned close, eyes flickering in the glow of the machinery. She worked at another strap, but it seemed to tighten the others instead.

"Tell me. Please."