Amy Pond wakes up to the sound of a car horn. She groans, shoves the blankets off of her, and sits up. It's a Saturday morning, the first day of spring break, and she wants nothing more than to sleep all day. Unfortunately, her friends have other plans.
"There's got to be somewhere." Natsuki tries to be optimistic. "Is that something up ahead?"
"It looks abandoned." Moira notices as the car pulls up closer. "But I guess it's worth a shot."
Eric pulls into the old, dusty gas station. He rolls down his window and looks at the pumps. "Do these things even work? I don't think they take credit cards."
"If there's even any gas left." Mickey sighs.
"I think this is the kind where you have to get an attendant." Natsuki tells them as she frowns at the old pumps. "And pay in cash."
"There's not gonna be an attendant here. The place is abandoned." Amy decides.
"Then what are we supposed to do? We won't make it to the next station, if there even is one all the way out here." Eric tells them.
"We have to at least try." Natsuki opens the car door and hops out, dusting off her shirt. "Anybody want to come with me?"
"No, I'll try to figure out the pump."
"I'll help with that, I know my way around machines."
"I guess I can come." Amy gets out of the car. She's mostly just taking the opprotunity to stretch her legs; it's obvious that nobody is working here.
"I'll stay here." Moira says.
"You really think there'll be someone inside?" Amy asks Natsuki.
"Maybe," she shrugs, "maybe not. But it can't hurt to try." She knocks on the door.
There is no response. "Hello?" Amy calls, unhooking the latch and pushing the door open.
"We're here to buy gas." Natsuki adds. She peers around the disorganized room and tries not to cough at all of the dust suddenly in her lungs.
"We should go, there's nobody-"
Amy is cut off by the unmistakeable sound of someone cocking a gun.
Natsuki freezes and slowly turns to face the sound. She is as white as a ghost.
Standing beside them, in a dark corner of the room, is an old man. He steps out of the shadows slowly and deliberately, rifle aimed and ready to fire. "What're you doin' in me shop?" He demands.
"We- we just wanted to buy gas." Natsuki repeats, absolutely terrified.
"We don't mean any harm," Amy adds, "We're just here for the gas."
He steps forward, but keeps hold of the gun. "I can get you gas. Where're you headed?"
Amy glances at Natsuki. "Some cabin by the lake," she tells him, not wanting to give him the address. She's not sure if it's the creepy shop, darkness in his eyes, or rifle in his hands, but she does not trust this man. "How much is gas?"
"The old Buckner place?" He asks.
"What makes you say that?"