Back in the middle of the town, the Doctor was beginning to wonder where on Earth (or wherever it was they were) the Ponds had got to with his TARDIS.
"Rory's probably fallen in some quicksand," he thought to himself.
Rounding a corner, he spotted two of the locals. Clearly they were looking for him. One's head was moving to and fro and the other one was examining under the porch of one of the houses. He needed to get a hold of one of these creatures. He needed to know what they were for certain. Maybe then he could find out where it was that they were. If he knew that, then odds were they could get away.
"Plus," he added "I can't return to those two not knowing anything more. That would be most uncool."
With his sonic screwdriver in hand, he snuck towards his two unsuspecting stalkers. Once he was within a few feet, he zapped the local who was standing, causing him to seize up before finally collapsing onto his front. His companion was soon similarly disabled before he could even get his head out from under the house.
Hauling the first one over onto his back, he soon began scanning up and down its body.
"That's most peculiar," he said out loud to himself.
This time he was more intense with his investigations. He hadn't been scanning for more than 10 seconds when a high pitched hiss began to emanate from whatever it was he was scanning.
The creatures chest split straight down the middle and separated, causing the Doctor to leap back in surprise. Gazing into the chest of what lay before him, he couldn't help but be taken aback.
"Oh my! Oh well this is Christmas!"
Turning from his discovery, he ran off back towards the tavern...