It started with running, of course it started with running, it always started with running. This time it was running in a dingy dungeon, the asylum of the Daleks. With the cries of "Exterminate!" still ringing in their ears, the trio whipped around a corner and came face to face with a locked door.
"All this time," Rory complained, "And here we are. Running again. Can't we just have a nice planet, one without running, for once? Maybe someplace with dogs?"
"Aw, come on, Rory, didn't you miss the running – just a little?" Amy debated swatting him playfully on the shoulder, but decided against it. It wouldn't do any good now, that they were getting divorced. All it would do was give him false hopes.
"No, not really." Rory answered grumpily, running the back of his hand across his sweat-streaked forehead.
"Hey now, I took you two to Barcelona, didn't I? The planet, not the city. Surely you remember the dogs with no noses!" The Ponds stared at him blankly, and the Doctor's face fell.
"Right. That was Rose Tyler I promised that to. Never did get on that." He muttered. All of a sudden, there came a metal clanging, and "EX-TER-MIN-ATE!" came echoing through the corridor again.
"Uh, Doctor?" Amy said hurriedly. "I hate to break up your side trip into Guiltland, but right now, we kind of have to move."
"Move where?" Rory blurted. "The door's locked." Amy flashed him one of those infectious grins.
"Nothing's ever locked." She declared. "Just gotta hit it in the right spot." And with one well-placed roundhouse kick of her foot, the door swung open and the trio tumbled in.
"Now do you remember why you fell in love with her?" The Doctor whispered in Rory's ear, who was still staring adoringly after his wife.
"I never stopped." He responded. But before the Doctor could question him further, he launched himself through the open doorway after Amy. The Doctor had no choice but to follow.
Unfortunately, they didn't get very far. Amy had skidded to a stop just inside the door, prompting the other two to crash rather ungracefully into her. Peering around her shoulder, the Doctor's hearts sank. There, standing in front of them, was a Dalek. Now they were trapped – Daleks behind and a Dalek in front. No way out.
While he was busy thinking up a clever plan of escape, he almost missed what Amy said next. Taking a step forward shakily, she stared the Dalek right in the eyestalk and asked:
"Who are you?" Slowly, with a whirring of mechanical gears, the Dalek came to life, and the Doctor prepared himself to run quickly backwards if necessary. But the Dalek's response surprised even him.
"Aaaaahhh….leeeeeee…yahhhh."