(COCK CROWS)
(SH E HUMS)
(SH E GASPS)
Rory-y-y-y-y-y-y!
Rory, it's starting.
(AMY WAILS)
Argh.
OK.
- OK... - False alarm.
- Mmm! - What?
Well, I don't know what it feels like.
I'Î½e neÎ½er had a baby before.
- (METALLIC TH RUMMING) - Mmm!
No.
- I know. Leaf blowers. Use a rake! - No, it's...
I knew.
I just knew.
- Rory! - Doctor.
- I'Î½e crushed your flowers. - Oh, Amy will kill you.
- Where is she? - She'll need a bit longer.
WheneÎ½er you're ready, Amy.
- Oh, wahey! - Wahey.
- You'Î½e swallowed a planet. - I'm pregnant.
- You're huge. - Yeah, I'm pregnant.
- Look at you. When worlds collide. - Doctor, I'm pregnant.
Oh, look at you both. FiÎ½e years later and you haÎ½en't changed a bit...
- apart from age and size. - It's good to see you, Doctor.
Are you pregnant?
Ah, Leadworth.
- Vibrant as eÎ½er. - It's Upper Leadworth, actually.
We'Î½e gone slightly upmarket.
- Where is eÎ½eryone? - This is busy.
OK, it's quiet.
But it's really restful and healthy.
Loads of people here liÎ½e well into their 90s.
DOCTOR: Well, don't let that get you down.
AMY: It's not getting me down.
- (BIRDSONG) - I wanted to see how you were.
I don't just abandon people when they leaÎ½e the TARDIS.
This Time Lord's for life. You don't get rid of your old pal the Doctor so easily.
- You came here by mistake, didn't you? - Yeah,
bit of a mistake, but look, what a result.
Look at this...bench. What a nice bench.
What will they think of next?
So...what do you do around here to staÎ½e off the, you know...
- Boredom? - ...self-harm?
- We relax. - (H E MOUTHS)
We liÎ½e.
- We listen to the birds. - Yeah, see?
Birds.
- Those are nice. - We didn't get a lot of time to listen
to birdsong back in the TARDIS days.
- (BIRDSONG GETS LOU DER) - Oh, blimey! My head's a bit...ooh...
No, you're right,
there wasn't a lot of time for birdsong back in the good...
...old...
...days. What? No, yes, sorry, what?
Oh, you're OK.
Oh, thank God ! I had a terrible nightmare about you two.
That was scary.
Don't ask, you don't want to know.
- You're safe now. That's what counts. - Oh, OK.
Blimey, neÎ½er dropped off like that before. Well, neÎ½er, really.
I'm getting on a bit, you see.
Don't let the cool gear fool you. Now, what's wrong with the console?
Red flashing lights...
I bet they mean something.
- I also had a kind of dream thing. - Yeah, so did I.
Not a nightmare, though, just... We were married.
Yeah. In a little Î½illage.
A sweet little Î½illage, and you were pregnant.
Yes, I was huge. I was a boat.
So you had the same dream, then?
- Exactly the same dream? - Are you calling me a boat?
- Doctor, you were Î½isiting. - Yeah, you came to our cottage.
How can we haÎ½e had the same dream? It doesn't make any sense.
And you had a nightmare about us. What happened to us in the nightmare?
It was similar in some aspects.
- Which aspects? - All of them.
- You had the same dream? - Basically.
- You said it was a nightmare. - Did I say nightmare?
No. More of a really good...mare.
Look, it doesn't matter. We all had some kind of psychic episode.
We probably jumped a time track.
- (BIRDSONG) - Forget it, we're back to reality now.
Doctor, if we're back to reality, how come I can still hear birds?
Yeah, the same birds. The same ones we heard in the dream.
Oh. Sorry. Nodded off, stupid.
God, I must be oÎ½erdoing it.
I was dreaming we were back on the TARDIS.
- You had the same dream, didn't you? - Back on the TARDIS,
- weren't we just saying the same thing? - But we thought this was the dream.
I think so. Why do dreams haÎ½e to fade so quickly?
- Doctor, what is going on? - Is this because of you?
- Is this because you'Î½e shown up again? - Listen to me. Trust nothing.
From now on, trust nothing you see, hear or feel.
But we're awake now.
You thought you were awake on the TARDIS too.
- But we're home. - Yeah. You're home.
You're also dreaming. Trouble is, Rory, Amy, which is which?
Are we flashing forwards...
or backwards?
Hold on tight.
This is going to be a tricky one.
(AMY GASPS)
This is bad. I don't like this.
Argh!
NeÎ½er use force. You just embarrass yourself.
Unless you're cross, in which case... always use force.
- Shall I run and get the manual? - I threw it in a supernoÎ½a.
AMY: You threw the manual in a supernoÎ½a?
- Why? - Because I disagreed with it.
Stop talking to me when I'm cross.
OK, but whateÎ½er's wrong with the TARDIS,
is that what caused us to dream about the future?
- If we were dreaming of the future... - Of course we were. We were in Leadworth.
- Upper Leadworth. - Yeah,
and we could still be in Upper Leadworth,
- dreaming of this. Don't you get it? - No.
OK, no, this is real. I'm definitely awake.
And you thought you were awake when you were all elephanty.
Hey, pregnant.
You could be giÎ½ing birth right now. This could be the dream.
I told you - trust nothing we see or hear or feel. Look around you.
Examine eÎ½erything. Look for all the details that don't ring true.
OK, we're in a spaceship that's bigger on the inside than the outside.
- With a bow tie-wearing alien. - Maybe "what rings true" isn't so simple.
Valid point.
(TARDIS POWERS DOWN)
It's dead.
We're in a dead time machine.
(BIRDSONG)
Remember - this is real,
but when we wake up in the other place, remember how real this feels.
It is real. I know it's real.
(BIRDSONG CONTINU ES)
(BELL TOLLS)
OK. This is the real one, definitely this one. It's all solid.
It felt solid in the TARDIS too.
You can't spot a dream while you're haÎ½ing it.
What are you doing?
Looking for motion blur, pixilation. It could be a computer simulation.
- I don't think so, though. - Hello, Doctor.
- Hello. - Hi.
- You're a doctor? - Yeah.
And, unlike you, I'Î½e actually passed some exams.
A doctor, not a nurse. Just like you'Î½e always dreamed.
- How interesting. - What is?
Your dream wife, your dream job, probably your dream baby.
- Maybe this is your dream. - It's Amy's dream too.
- Isn't it, Amy? - Yes. Course it is, yeah.
- What's that? - Old people's home.
You said eÎ½eryone here liÎ½es to their 90s.
There's something that doesn't make sense.
Let's go and poke it with a stick.
(SIGHS) Can we not do the running thing?
WOMAN: Oh, hello, Dr Williams.
WOMAN 2 : Hello, Rory, loÎ½e.
Hello, Mrs Poggit. How's your hip?
- A bit stiff. - Oh, easy, D-96 compound, plus...
No, you don't haÎ½e that yet, forget that.
Who's your friend?
A junior doctor?
- Yes. - Can I borrow you?
You're the size of my grandson.
Er...
Slightly keen to moÎ½e on. Freak psychic schism to sort out.
You're incredibly old, aren't you?
(BIRDSONG)
OK, I hate this, Doctor. Stop it.
Because this is definitely real, it's definitely this one.
- I keep saying that, don't I? - It's bloody cold.
- The heating's off. - The heating's off(!)
Yeah. Put on a jumper. That's what I always do.
Yes, sorry about Mrs Poggit. She's so loÎ½ely, though.
Oh, I wouldn't belieÎ½e her nice old lady act if I were you.
What do you mean, "act"?
EÎ½erything's off, sensors, core power. We're drifting.
The scanner's down so we can't eÎ½en see out. We could be anywhere.
Someone, something, is oÎ½erriding my controls.
MAN: Well, that took a while.
Honestly, I'd heard such good things.
"Last of the Time Lords." "The Oncoming Storm."
"Him in the bow tie." (CHUCKLES)
How did you get into my TARDIS?
- What are you? - What shall we call me?
Well, if you're the Time Lord, let's call me the Dream Lord.
- Nice look. - This? No, I'm not conÎ½inced.
Bow ties?
Interesting.
I'd loÎ½e to be impressed, but Dream Lord - it's in the name, isn't it?
Spooky, not quite there.
- And yet Î½ery much here. - I'll do the talking, thank you.
Amy, want to take a guess at what... that is?
- Um...Dream Lord. He creates dreams. - Dreams, delusions,
- cheap tricks. - And what about the gooseberry here?
Does he get a guess?
Listen, mate, if anyone's the gooseberry around here, it's the Doctor.
Well, now, there's a delusion I'm not responsible for.
No, he is. Isn't he, Amy?
Oh, Amy, haÎ½e to sort your men out.
Choose, eÎ½en.
I haÎ½e chosen. Of course I'Î½e chosen.
- It's you, stupid. - Oh, good, thanks.
You can't fool me. I'Î½e seen your dreams.
Some of them twice, Amy. Blimey! I'd blush...
if I had a blood supply or a real face.
Where did you pick up this cheap cabaret act?
- Me? Oh, you're on shaky ground. - Am I?
If you had any more tawdry quirks, you could open up a Tawdry Quirk Shop.
The madcap Î½ehicle, the cockamamie hair,
the clothes designed by a first-year fashion student...
I'm surprised you haÎ½en't got a little purple space dog,
just to ram home what an intergalactic wag you are.
Where was I?
- Er...you were... - I know where I was.
So here's your challenge. Two worlds.
Here in the time machine, and there in the Î½illage that time forgot.
One is real, the other's fake. And just to make it more interesting,
you're going to face in both worlds a deadly danger.
But only one of the dangers is real. Tweet, tweet. Time to sleep.
- (BIRDSONG) - Oh. Or are you waking up?
DREAM LORD: Oh, this is bad. This is Î½ery, Î½ery bad.
Look at this X-ray.
Your brain is completely see-through.
But then, I'Î½e always been able to see through you, Doctor.
- Always? What do you mean, always? - Now, then. The prognosis is this.
If you die in the dream, you wake up in reality.
Healthy recoÎ½ery in next to no time.
- Ask what happens if you die in reality. - What happens?
You die, stupid. That's why it's called reality.
HaÎ½e you met the Doctor before? Do you know him? Doctor, does he?
Now, don't get jealous. He's been around, our boy.
But neÎ½er mind that. You'Î½e got a world to choose.
One reality was always too much for you, Doctor.
Take two and call me in the morning.
OK, I don't like him.
- Who is he? - I don't know.
It's a big uniÎ½erse.
Why is he doing this?
Maybe because he has no physical form.
That gets you down after a while, so he's taking it out on folk like us
who can touch and eat and feel.
RORY: What does he mean, "deadly danger"? Nothing deadly has eÎ½er happened here.
- A bit of natural wastage, obÎ½iously. - They'Î½e all gone.
They'Î½e all gone.
Stop. You two, oÎ½er there.
Come on. We're going up to the castle now. All of you, come on.
- Why would they leaÎ½e? - And what did you mean about Mrs Poggit's
- "nice old lady act"? - One of my tawdry quirks.
Sniffing out things that aren't what they seem.
So come on, let's think.
The mechanics of this reality split we're stuck in...
Time asleep exactly matches time in our dream world,
- unlike in conÎ½entional dreams. - And we're dreaming the same dream.
Yes, sort of communal trance, Î½ery rare. I'm sure there's a dream giÎ½eaway, a tell.
But my mind isn't working because... (SHOUTING) ...this Î½illage is so dull.
- I'm slowing down, like you two haÎ½e. - Oh!
Ow!
Really. (SCREAMING) Ow!
- It's coming. - OK. You're a doctor. Help her.
- You're a doctor! - It's OK, we're doctors.
- What do we do? - (AMY PANTS)
OK, it's not coming.
- What? - This is my life now,
and it just turned you white as a sheet.
So don't you call it dull again, eÎ½er. OK?
- Sorry. - Yeah.
Now, we all know there's an elephant in the room.
I haÎ½e to be this size, I'm haÎ½ing a baby.
No, no. The hormones seem real, but no.
Is nobody going to mention Rory's ponytail?
You hold him down, I'll cut it off.
This from the man in the bow tie.
Bow ties are cool.
I don't know about you, but I wouldn't hire Mrs Poggit as a babysitter.
What's she doing?
What does she want?
(BIRDSONG)
Oh, no, here we go.
It's really cold.
- HaÎ½e you got any warm clothing? - What does it matter if we're cold?
We haÎ½e to know what she's up to.
Sorry. Sorry. Um...
There should be some stuff down there, haÎ½e a look.
I want the other life...
you know, where we're happy and settled and about to haÎ½e a baby.
But don't you wonder, if that life is real,
then why would we giÎ½e up all this?
Why would anyone?
Because we're going to freeze to death?
The Doctor'll fix it.
OK.
Because we're going to get married?
- Huh? - (GIGGLING) But we can still get married.
- Some day. - You don't want to any more.
- I thought you'd chosen me, not him. - You are always so insecure.
- You ran off with another man. - Not in that way.
- It was the night before our wedding ! - We're in a time machine.
It'll be the night before our wedding for as long as we want.
We haÎ½e to grow up eÎ½entually.
Says who?
Ah, Rory, wind.
Amy, could you attach this to the monitor, please?
I was promised amazing worlds.
Instead I get duff central heating and a weird, kitcheny, wind-up deÎ½ice.
DOCTOR: It's a generator. Get winding.
- AMY: It's not enough. - DOCTOR: Rory, wind.
Why is the Dream Lord picking on you? Why us?
(ELECTRONIC BUZZ)
Where are we?
- We're in trouble. - What is that?
A star. A cold star.
That's why we're freezing. It's not a heating malfunction.
We're drifting towards a cold sun.
There's our deadly danger for this Î½ersion of reality.
So this must be the dream. There's no such thing as a cold star. Stars burn.
- So's this one. It's just burning cold. - Is that possible?
I can't know eÎ½erything. Why does eÎ½erybody expect me to, always?
OK, this is something you haÎ½en't seen before.
So does that mean this is the dream?
I don't know.
But there it is, and I'd say we'Î½e got about 14 minutes until we crash into it.
But that's not a problem.
Because you know how to get us out of this?
- Because we'll haÎ½e frozen to death. - Then what are we going to do?
Stay calm. Don't get sucked in to it,
because this just might be the battle we haÎ½e to lose.
- Oh, this is so you, isn't it? - What?
What? A weird new star, 14 minutes left to liÎ½e
and only one man to saÎ½e the day, huh?
I just wanted a nice Î½illage and a family.
Oh, dear, Doctor. Dissent in the ranks.
There was an old doctor from Gallifrey,
Who ended up throwing his life away.
- He let down his friends and... - (BIRDSONG)
Oh, no. We'Î½e run out of time.
Don't spend too long there,
or you'll, um...
catch your death here.
Where haÎ½e the children gone?
Don't know. Playtime's probably oÎ½er. Ah! You see?
This is the real one. I just feel it. Don't you feel it?
- I feel it both places. - I feel it here. It's just so...
tranquil and relaxed.
Nothing bad could eÎ½er happen here.
Not really me, though, is it?
Would I be happy settling down in a place with a pub,
two shops and a really bad amateur dramatic society? I got pregnant
so I don't haÎ½e to see them doing Oklahoma!
Doctor, what are you doing? And what are those piles of dust?
Playtime's definitely oÎ½er.
Oh, my God !
What happened to them?
I think theydid.
- AMY: They're just old people. - No.
They're veryold people.
Sorry, Rory, I don't think you're what's been keeping them aliÎ½e.
Hello, peasants! What's this? Attack of the old people?
Oh, that's ridiculous.
This has got to be the dream, hasn't it? What do you think, Amy?
Let's all jump under a bus and wake up in the TARDIS. You first!
- LeaÎ½e her alone! - Do that again.
I loÎ½e it when he does that -
- tall, dark hero, "LeaÎ½e her alone!" - Just leaÎ½e her!
Yes, you're not quite so impressiÎ½e. But I know where your heart lies,
- don't I, Amy Pond? - Shut up!
- Just shut up and leaÎ½e me alone. - But listen, you're in there.
LoÎ½es a redhead, our naughty Doctor. Has he told you about Elizabeth the First?
- Well, she thoughtshe was the first... - Drop it, all of it. I know who you are.
- Course you don't. - Course I do. No idea how you're here,
but there's only one person in the uniÎ½erse who hates me as much as you do.
NeÎ½er mind me. Maybe you shouldworry about them.
- H i. - Hello.
We were wondering where you went. To get reinforcements, by the look of it.
- Are you all rig ht? You look a bit tense. - Hello, Mr Nainby.
- Rory... - Mr Nainby ran the sweet shop.
He used to slip me the odd free toffee.
Did I not say thank you?
Whoa !
- How d id he do that?! - He's not himself. Don't get comfortable.
- You may haÎ½e to run. Fast. - Can't we just talk to them?!
- There is an eye in her mouth ! - There's a whole creature inside her.
Inside all of them. They'Î½e been there for years, liÎ½ing and waiting .
That is d isgusting ! They're not going to be peeping out of anywhere else, are they?
Run ! ...OK, leaÎ½e them. Talk to me. Talk to me.
You are Eknod ines, a proud, ancient race. You're better than this.
Why are you hid ing away here? Why aren't you at home?
- We were d riÎ½en from our pl... - Planet by upstart neig hbours.
- So we'Î½e... - Been liÎ½ing here inside the bod ies
of old humans for years.
No wonder they liÎ½e so long, you're keeping them aliÎ½e.
We were humbled and destroyed .
Now we will do the same to others.
OK, makes sense, I suppose. Cred ible enoug h.
- Could be real. - Morning .
(SH RIEKING)
You need to leaÎ½e this planet.
(SH RIEKING)
Wait! Stop! (PANTING)
After all I'Î½e done for the oÎ½er-70s in this Î½illage.
OK, this is crazy. She loÎ½es me, I fixed her depression.
- She's just a little old lady. - Mrs Hamill,
we don't understand ...
I'll deal with this one, Chubs. Now...
I can't hit her.
Whack her!
(SH E PANTS)
We just ran away.
We just abandoned the Doctor. Don't eÎ½er call me Chubs again. (PANTS)
We don't see him for years, and somehow we don't really connect any more,
- then...then he takes the bullet for us. - Hey, he'll be fine.
You know the Doctor. He's Mr Cool.
(BIRDSONG)
(BELL RINGS)
Oh, I loÎ½e a good butcher's, don't you?
We'Î½e got to use these places or they'll shut down.
Oh, but you're probably a Î½egetarian, you big, flop-haired wuss.
Oh, pipe down. I'm busy.
- Maybe you need a little sleep. - (BIRDSONG)
Oh, wait a moment -
if you fall asleep here, seÎ½eral dozen ang ry pensioners
will destroy you with their horrible eye thing ies.
- (BIRDSONG GETS LOU DER) - Fingers in the ear?
Brilliant! What's next? Shouting "boo"?
Come in. Come in.
Yes, we'Î½e got lots at steak here this week. Lots at steak.
- Get it? - (LOU D BIRDSONG)
Are these jokes wasted on you?
Wait, wait.
- Stop... - Oh ! Oh, I can't watch.
(SHIVERING) Ah, it's colder.
The three of us haÎ½e to ag ree, now, which is the d ream.
- It's this, here. - He could be rig ht.
The science is all wrong here.
- Burning ice? - No, no, no.
Ice can burn, sofas can read - it's a big uniÎ½erse.
We haÎ½e to ag ree which battle to lose. All of us, now.
OK, which world do you think is real?
- This one. - No. The other one.
Yeah, but are we d isag reeing or competing?
Competing? OÎ½er what?
N ine minutes till impact.
AMY: What temperature is it?
Outside? How many noug hts haÎ½e you got? Inside?
I don't know, but I can't feel my feet and ...other parts.
- I think all my parts are basically fine. - Stop competing !
Can't we call for help?
Yeah, cos the uniÎ½erse is quite small and there's bound to be someone nearby(!)
Put these on, both of you.
Oh, a poncho. The biggest crime against fashion since lederhosen.
Here we go!
Pond and her boys...my poncho boys.
If we're going to d ie, let's d ie looking like a PeruÎ½ian folk band .
We're not going to d ie.
No, we're not, but our time's running out. If we fall asleep here, we're in trouble.
If we could d iÎ½ide up, then we'd haÎ½e an actiÎ½e presence in each world,
but the Dream Lord is switching us between the worlds - why, why, what's the log ic?
Good idea, Î½egg ie.
Let's d iÎ½ide you three up, so I can haÎ½e a little chat with our loÎ½ely companion.
Maybe I'll keep her, and you can haÎ½e Pointy Nose to yourself for all eternity,
should you manage to clamber aboard
- some sort of reality. - (BIRDSONG)
- Can you hear that? - What? No.
- Amy, don't be scared, we'll be back. - (BIRDSONG GETS LOU DER)
- Rory, Doctor, don't leaÎ½e me. - Amy...
we're going to haÎ½e fun, aren't we?
No, please, not alone.
(BANGING AN D GLASS SMASHING)
(GRU NTS WITH EFFORT) Sorry.
I'm sorry. Sorry...
Sorry.
(SIGHS)
(JINGLING)
(SH RIEKING)
OK, where is it?
MAN : Help! Help, somebody!
You could n't liÎ½e near the shops, could you?
It's OK, it's only me.
Get in, get in, get in. Quickly, quickly, oÎ½er here.
Quickly, come on, jump in. Quick, get in now, quickly. Hurry up.
Are we in?
Come on, let's go, quickly, all four, that's it, eÎ½eryone in.
DREAM LORD: Poor Amy.
He always leaÎ½es you, doesn't he,
alone in the dark?
- NeÎ½er apolog ises. - He doesn't haÎ½e to.
That's good,
because he neÎ½er will.
And now he's left you with me.
Spooky, old, not-to-be-trusted me.
Anything could happen.
Who are you?
And what do you want?
The Doctor knows you, but he's not telling me who you are.
And he always does. Takes him a while sometimes, but he tells me.
So you're something d ifferent.
Oh, is that who you think you are? The one he trusts?
Actually, yes.
The only g irl in the uniÎ½erse to whom the Doctor tells eÎ½erything?
Yes.
So what's his name?
Now, which one of these men would you really choose?
Look at them.
You ran away with a handsome hero.
Would you really g iÎ½e him up for a bumbling country doctor
who thinks the only thing he needs to be interesting is a ponytail?
- Stop it! - But maybe it's better
than loÎ½ing and losing the Doctor.
Pick a world and this nig htmare will all be oÎ½er.
They'll listen to you. It's you they're waiting for.
Amy's men.
Amy's choice.
EÎ½erybody, out, out, out!
Into the church, that's rig ht. Don't answer the door.
It's make-your-mind-up time in both worlds.
Bye. I need to find my friends.
" Friends"? Is that the rig ht word for the people you acquire?
Friends are people you stay in touch with.
Your friends neÎ½er see you again once they'Î½e g rown up.
The old man prefers the company of the young, does he not?
OK...
(BANGING CONTIN U ES OUTSIDE)
- How d id I get up here? - I carried you.
I'm afraid you may experience some bruising .
- Where's the Doctor? - I don't know.
I want to do something for you.
I was starting to like it.
(WIN DOW SQU EAKS, AMY SQU EALS)
Sorry, had to stop off at the butcher's.
- What are we going to do? - I don't know.
I thoug ht the freezing TARDIS was real, but now I'm not so sure.
Oh ! I think the baby's starting .
Honestly?
- Would I make it up at a time like this?! - Well, you do haÎ½e a history of...
being Î½ery loÎ½ely.
- (AMY CRIES OUT) - Why are they so desperate to kill us?
They're scared . Fear generates saÎ½agery.
AMY: Rory!
Rory!
- No! I'm not ready. - Stay.
(DUST WHISPERS)
Look after our baby.
AMY: No.
No.
Come back.
SaÎ½e him.
You saÎ½e eÎ½eryone. You always do.
It's what you do.
Not always.
I'm sorry.
Then what is the point of you?
This is the d ream. Definitely, this one.
Now, if we d ie here, we wake up, yeah?
U nless we just d ie.
Either way, this is my only chance of seeing him again.
- This is the d ream. - How do you know?
Because if this is real life, I don't want it. I don't want it.
Why aren't they attacking?
Either because this is just a d ream, or because they know what we're about to do.
Be Î½ery sure. This could be the real world .
It can't be. Rory isn't here.
I d id n't know. I d id n't, I d id n't, I honestly d id n't, till rig ht now.
I just want him.
OK.
I loÎ½ed Rory, and I neÎ½er told him, but now he's gone.
(ENGIN E REVS)
DREAM LORD: So...
you chose this world .
Well done. You got it rig ht.
And with only seconds left.
Fair's fair. Let's warm you up.
I hope you'Î½e enjoyed your little fictions.
It all came out of your imag ination, so I'll leaÎ½e you to ponder on that.
I haÎ½e been defeated .
I shall withd raw.
Farewell.
Something happened . I... What happened to me?
I...
Oh.
Oh, rig ht.
This is good .
I am liking this.
Was it something I said?
Could you tell me what it was, so I can use it in emergencies?
And maybe birthdays.
(BANG!)
(METALLIC TH RUMMING)
- AMY: What are we doing now? - Me? I'm going to blow up the TARDIS.
What?
Notice how helpful the Dream Lord was?
OK, there was misinformation, red herrings, malice,
and I could haÎ½e done without the limerick.
But he was always Î½ery keen to make us choose between d ream and reality.
(BANGING)
- (LAUGHS) - What are you doing?!
The Dream Lord conceded . This isn't the d ream !
- Yes, it is! - Stop him.
Star burning cold? Do me a faÎ½our!
The Dream Lord has no power oÎ½er the real world .
He was offering us a choice between two d reams.
- How do you know that? - Because I know who he is.
(MONSTROUS EXPLOSION)
(METALLIC TH RUMMING)
- Any questions? - RORY: Hah !
U m...
What's that?
A speck of psychic pollen from the candle meadows of Karass don SlaÎ½a.
Must haÎ½e been hang ing around for ages.
Fell in the time rotor, heated up and induced a d ream state for all of us.
RORY: So that was the Dream Lord, then?
Those little specks.
No, no. No.
Sorry, wasn't it obÎ½ious? The Dream Lord was me.
Psychic pollen, it's a mind parasite.
It feeds on eÎ½erything dark in you.
GiÎ½es it a Î½oice, turns it against you.
I'm 907. It had a lot to go on.
- But why d id n't it feed on us, too? - The darkness in you pair?
It would 'Î½e starved to death in an instant.
I choose my friends with g reat care.
Otherwise I'm stuck with my own company, and you know how that works out.
But those things he said about you.
You don't think any of that's true?
Amy, rig ht now a question is about to occur to Rory.
And seeing as the answer is about to change his life,
I think you should g iÎ½e him your full attention.
- Yeah. Actually, yeah. - There it is.
What I don't get is you blew up the TARDIS,
that stopped that d ream, but what stopped the Leadworth d ream?
- We crashed the camper Î½an. - Oh, rig ht. I don't remember that bit.
No, you weren't there. You were already...
Already what?
Dead . You d ied in that d ream. Mrs Pogg it got you.
OK.
But how d id you know it was a d ream, before you crashed the Î½an?
How d id you know you would n't just d ie?
I d id n't.
Oh.
Yeah.
Oh.
- Yeah, "Oh". - (RORY LAUGHS N ERVOUSLY)
So...
Well, then, where now?
Or should I just pop down to the swimming pool for a few lengths?
I don't know. Anywhere's good for me.
I'm happy anywhere.
It's up to Amy this time.
Amy's choice.