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Alex Reagan didn't have a coffee problem! She didn't. Okay, maybe she had a little of a coffee problem. But then again most people would if they hadn't had a good night sleep in three years. And they lived in Seattle, which was the coffee center of the world. Still, Alex is remarkably good at both makeup and dealing with her lack of sleep after all this time. But even then she's phased when there's the sound of a crashing, and a blue box literally just... crashlands in front of her.

"Oh my god!" The woman's voice is radio ready and distinctive, and still laced with a bit of her Canadian accent.

The blue box, whatever it is, misses the Pacific Northwest Stories studio, thank goodness, and seems to also miss every building on the street, but it's still there directly in front of her. Directly in front of her and everyone else around on the busy downtown street seems to be ignoring it. Thankfully for whoever was inside anyway, Alex Reagan, tiny and annoyingly persistent reporter, was never quite good at ignoring things that she really rather should. Seriously, she'd spent the last nearly three years working on a podcast that was full of things that she should actually have avoided.

Too late now though, and Alex has never been very good at listening to anything close to common sense, so still holding onto her coffee (a girl has to have priorities, and it's early enough in the day that her first reflex isn't to reach for the audio recorder that's practically an appendage in and of itself). Running towards the box, Alex quickly pushed on the door shouting, "is anyone in there?"

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"And if the Angel has started 'feasting on the old girl?'" One can actually hear the quotes in her voice as she says them, but she does start leading them back towards her car, typing out a message to Nic while she is. Oh, she's not telling him what she's doing, she's just saying she's not going to be in today. Just in case. He assumes she's getting some sleep.

Everyone always assumes she's getting some sleep.

But she looks to Rory and Amy, "is it always like this?" Because she thought her life was difficult with the not sleeping and the demons and the possible end of the world and the whole arch nemesis thing.

"Just be glad he's calling her that. It's when he calls her other things that it starts getting embarrassing," Rory said.

Amy sighed. "This is him trying to behave."

"Oi, actually listening here," he said, mock offended. Mostly he was horrified at the idea of the Angel being able to eat the Tardis, for wide spread as well as very personal reasons. Which meant he was not answering that question.

"...Okay." And she was moving on as she lead the way to her car at a brisk walk. When they reached a slightly older blue subaru, Alex stopped and pulled out her keys, clicking the alarm on it. "This is me." There's a beat before she added quickly, "but I'm driving. No one drives my car but me." After all, Alex is well aware they drive on the wrong side of the road over there in the UK, and she's the one who knows where they're going.

However, she is going to add, "I don't suppose you can Harry Potter the car into being able to fly or anything?"

"This is you? I thought it was a car, symbiosis then?"

Rory rolled his eyes and held the door open for Amy, who scooted in. Before Rory could follow 11 ducked in to take the middle. Scowling Rory considered the front seat a moment, then climbed in next to the Doctor, mildly irritated.

"No, no Harry Potter here, not in quite some time. I mean, sure I could make the car fly, but wouldn't be much left of the car by then, and I might just turn it into a fish."

Alex is on the same level with Rory, and she's going to roll her eyes too, because yeah seriously that is the biggest dad joke ever. And then her eyebrows go up to her hairline and she's not going to comment about the fact that she feels a little bit like a chauffler right now. Because honestly, why would adults do that? She doesn't get it.

But then again, she is the person who would call shotgun if she needed to.

"Seat Belts." The words come as she clicks her own on, and then pulls into traffic at a speed that would probably earn her a ticket if someone stops her. She got hope no one well. "I'd prefer it if you don't turn it into a fish, I've got to go to Vancouver this weekend."

The Doctor reached to do up both Ponds' belts at the same time, and got both his hands slapped at the same time. He managed to look like a puppy who has been whacked on the nose with a rolled up paper.

"Sorry. The Doctor's not much for manners, or acting like an adult. Can't we go any faster?" Amy asked, grabbing the back of the passenger seat to pull forward.

The Doctor grabbed the back of her shirt and yanked her back down into her seat. "Just because we've got a nurse here is no reason to crack your head open."

"Yeah, I'm..." She considered for a second before she added, "getting that." There, that seemed a pretty mild way of responding, especially given who Alex was. But at least he wasn't being intentionally an asshole. That would have earned him an entirely more sarcastic response. Of course, no one in her life had ever directed Alex Reagan to go faster, so there was a little smirk on her face as she depressed the gas pedal even more and began engaging in some maneuvers that her cop father had taught her for Canadian backroads and trouble rather than in city speed, but they had the same sort of daredevilry involved.

"Siri, show me the traffic report for the I-5." She announced quickly, before weaving between three lanes and the cars inside of them. Without taking her eyes off the road, she added, "I really hope that you can get me out of a ticket if I need to, Doc. The last thing I need is something else for my producer to yell at me about."

"What, oh yes sure, tickets right, just let me do the talking, then."

"Yeah, how about we get there safely instead?" Rory asked, a little pale. "Just as well not to have a tour of American Emergency rooms, thanks. Dying isn't as much fun as you seem to think."

Someone Alex wasn't at all sure that the Doctor could talk her out of a ticket. Alex probably could, at least if they hadn't listened to the show or been involved with the Maddie Franks/Hochman investigation. But she was hoping that right now she didn't need to. Honestly, she didn't want to explain that particular part of it to Nic and Strand. At all.

She was probably going to get locked up in an psych ward for this, but she'd deal with that later.

"Hey, I know what I'm doing!" She protested quickly, and passed another car, because honestly of course Alex was going to double down on this.

"Not saying you don't, just saying I don't want to die," Rory said, then muttered "again."

"Sorry Ponds, no dying today, not this today, anyway. Or any other todays."

"Doctor, you're making even less sense than usual," Amy said, considered, then softer. "You're really worried about her, aren't you?"

"What? Me, worried? Got that in a comic once, quite like it, think I'll borrow it, Maybe I'll even find the writer and say it to him when he's a kid, there's a laugh."

"Yep," amy said, popping the P. "Worried."

"For the record, also worried," Rory said.

Alex was watching the road, of course because she had absolutely no interest in dying today. She had stuff to do, and it didn't involve dying, the world ending or anything like it. Well, it also hadn't included the whole crashing box weeping angel thing, but well, she was already involved now. So, she had no choice but to go with it. However, that didn't mean that she wasn't listening and taking in all of the information that they were talking about.

"Okay," she started, before passing another three cars. "A couple of things. One: dying again? Two: are you worried about me because you don't need to be. I'm fine. And three, don't worry, I do this sort of thing all the time, the driving I mean. I've got it, you don't have to worry, I'm not going to kill you." Besides, Alex was convinced that her death was coming in an entirely different place and set of circumstances. If it happened, it was still nebulous. But it definitely wasn't here.

"Yeah, kind of losing track there, never gets any more pleasant," Rory said, dryly.

Amy rolled her eyes. "Like you're the worst driver in the car? Please, the Doctor flies a time machine... and is late to everything."

"Oi, you try flying a sentient car with her own idea of where you should be and see how well you do! Not that I'm going to let you of course."

Amy huffed.

"Seriously," Rory told Alex, "Never let Amy drive your car."

"Don't worry, I won't. Not even Richard or Nic drives my car." Even though both offered when she was tired. But she was always tired and had been for two years at this point, so she just shrugged and drove or let Richard drive. She didn't let Nic drive, and from what it sounded like, she probably would be gripping the handles if she drove with the Doctor. If the Doctor had handles inside his box anyway. Alex was already assuming it was bigger on the inside just by virtue of the whole TARDIS/Tanis thing.

But she was ignoring the Rory dying a lot thing; some things were impossible even for her.

"Why is he worried about me, Amy?" Because if the Doctor won't admit it, maybe Amy would?

"He worries about everyone, even if he'll never admit it. It's kind of cute when he eavesdrops, too."

"Cute?" Rory asked, flatly.

Amy grinned. "I was talking to River."

"Oh. Well then..." Rory muttered.

She so was not going to tell him WHEN this had happened, though. How very long before Demon's Run. Nope.

"But the her the Doctor is worried about most is his Tardis."

"River?" Okay, she just frowned quickly at that, because honestly what was up with these people not calling her by the right name? "Didn't he just say I wasn't River because I don't have a gun?" The last bit was quietly spoken, almost more to herself and the recorder rather than the three of them who were currently in the backseat. Alex was pretty sure that the Doctor had, and she didn't know why on earth they were still talking to her like she was.

"Oh, yeah I'd probably be worried about 'her' too if there was an angel on the inside." One could hear the quotation marks around that 'her' in Alex's voice, but she didn't mention it otherwise. However, a chime alerted her to look at the GPS and Alex just called back. "Hold on, this is our exit." And holding on was an apt warning, considering how she cut off two cars in order to make the exit from the far lane.

"River... she's a bit of a big spoiler. But yeah, I was talking to River, trying to figure out who she was, and Doctor Genius here was so busy trying to pretend he wasn't listening, he didn't even notice he had his device upside down."

"I happen to read well upside down, thanks."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you might not be River. At least not yet. But not taking any chances, just in case. Going to be nice to you anyway." She was grinning and teasing a bit. Then yelped as she failed to grab on in time and fell into the Doctor.

"Yeah, next time, I'm in the middle," Rory muttered.

"Oh Rory, Rory, Rory, you're always in the middle," The Doctor said.

"I think I've just been insulted."

"I think so too, but what do I know?" Alex was just frowning, because honestly, her life was weird enough and she didn't want to entertain not being someone named River yet. Because despite everything else that was going on, Alex Reagan was good with being Alex Reagan, intrepid and nosy reporter. But right now she couldn't think too much on it because she needed to make sure that the angels who have the phonebox weren't eating the phonebox.

Being the cause of one possible apocalypse was quite enough thank you. She didn't need to add the second.

But they had reached the reclaimed yard, and Alex pulled up in front of it, slamming on her hazards. "Okay. So how big are we talking for mirrors?"

They were tossed around a bit, and as soon as they were stopped, Rory scrambled to open his door to tumble out. Amy fed out her side. The Doctor just grinned. "Well they're tall, so full length, we want to make it its own private fun house, a fun apartment. Fun room?"

"A fun prison." Alex said the words quickly, and there was a flat question in her voice, even though it's not there on her face. Because honestly, she knows it's not really one, it's just what they need to do. "Are we gonna need like... tools too? Something to put it together or is there like Space Superglue or something?" Honestly, she was hoping that there was, space superglue seemed like a really good idea to her.

"Space superglue? Space glue? What is it with you humans? Space glue?" he seemed amused. Very. "No we've not got space glue. thank you very much."

"And even if we did have, it would be on the Tardis," Amy said, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes a bit.

"Hey you have to admit," Alex said, with a quick flash of a grin, and her own amusement was there in her voice. "That space superglue isn't even the weirdest thing that has happened in the last twenty minutes. So, the idea isn't that far out there." And honestly, how else did one put things together in a bigger on the inside not really wooden box, anyway.

"So how are we going to put it together then?" The word was asked as she started to head into the store, offering quick prayers that there was actually mirrors being enough to put the angel inside of.

"Build a frame. Good old wood and nails. Sonic isn't much use for that, sadly, but we've got something better. People. Grab something heavy and start wacking."

"Okay, you keep saying 'sonic.' What exactly is the sonic thing?" Alex just frowned for a moment, her head inclined to one side, but she doesn't stop moving towards the back of the yard where the bigger materials are. Because time is of the essence but Alex Reagan doesn't stop asking questions for anything--not even the end of the world.

They went with her. Eleven pulled out his sonic and flipped it end over end in his hand, then held it up. "Sonic screwdriver." Then, because it tickled him and amused him since his last face had thought it was this face, he taped it against something as they passed, to make noise. "See? Sonic."

"Okay, but if it doesn't do wood, then why call it a screwdriver? Why not call it like a spanner or a scanner or something that it does do. It seems weird to call it something that it's definitely not." Alex has clearly been hanging around Richard Strand too much; his logic is rubbing off on her and she doesn't like it.

Also, she's really bad at being the skeptic in this situation. It's uncomfortable, and makes her skin itch a bit.

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Meh. No Doctor in this post, but too lazy to hop to Amy's journal;.

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