Chameleon

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"I can't believe you can't remember where you parked. It's been two hours, Doctor."

"I remember where I parked, it was most definitely 5P, that's why we're here, Pond. That's not the problem – "

"No, the problem is that while you love blue, you'd love to have some red in your life, ooh and purple, because isn't purple just divine, and wouldn't it be cool if she had wheels?"

"Well it was cool, wasn't it?"

Amy rolls her eyes. "Now she's mad at you, and she's going to take her sweet time hiding from us."

"Have faith Amy. We're going to find her, I can sense it, I can sense her. She's definitely here."

Amy checks the stairwell again for the security guard. They'd already been asked to leave for trying to jam their way into other people's cars. The nickers were definitely going to be here soon and she would rather not spend her night in jail for attempted auto theft.

"Maybe if you shout that you're sorry she'll come back."

"Maybe you should keep checking doors."

She groans in frustration, then tries the next set of cars using her key.

"Honestly, Doctor, I'm quite surprised this is even happening. Searching for our ride in a parking garage, I mean it's just so…so…human!"

"Well, Amy, I'm sorry I can't just snap my fingers to make my magical time and space travelling ship reappe-…Oh." He smacks himself in the forehead. "Oh, Amy…"

"What? What is it? You've got that look on your face. What did you figure out?"

Realization dawns on her face.

He snaps his fingers.

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"Let's just stick to the police box then, yeah?"