There weren't many times when the Timelord was frightened, but there were a few things; Amy being mad, and Amy being hungry.
"If I can get the right frequency," The Doctor mumbled as he fiddled with the screwdriver, "I might be able to tune out the waves going to your noggin, or-" Be stopped himself.
"Or what? Amy inquired.
"No, nothing. No 'or'. Just tune out the waves. Or..."
"You said it again! Or what?"
"Or... your brain may overload."
Amy stood there scowling at the good Doctor, clearly waiting for him to think of a better solution.
"Ok, ok, if we were to go to a planet like Arcateen III which has such a dense atmosphere, radio waves and transmissions of any kind are blocked.
"Alright, then let's-" Amy was the one to cut herself off this time. Her expression changed back to the way it was; the counterwave wore off. Amy turned around and picked up the health bar from earlier, letting The Doctor see how big her derriere had gotten. She started walking back towards that alien snack machine thing, hips swinging as she did.
"Not so fast" The Doctor exclaimed. He pointed his screwdriver at Amy with the same frequency as before. To his chagrin, however, Amy still had that same look, unlike last time. "Crap, whoever is sending this signal must've changed frequency as well. Clever."
Amy had gotten a drink and what looked like a spiny ball of Jell-o out of the machine, neither of which looked like they could be ingested safely by human, at least without HUGE consequences.
The Doctor was racking his brain to think of a solution. "Think, Doctor, think! How do I fix this?"
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