A few hours later, Rory and Amy both woke up in a white room. A sparkling white room. They rolled their heads slowly as they woke and sat up when they saw the Professor standing above them, leaning against one of the walls.

Smiling when they woke up, he went over to them and hugged them both. It had been over 150 years since he saw them both. "Amy! Rory!" he greeted as he hugged them. "It's terrific to see you again. How have you been?"

"It's good to see you too," Amy answered. "We've been alright, to say the least." She began to stand up, and she looked around the room to see two more bodies unconscious on the floor. She pointed to them. "Who are they?"

The Professor turned to see where she was pointing. "Oh, that's Rumple. You've met him before," he told them, remembering when the Doctor had dropped the Professor off with Rumple. "And that's his true love, Belle."

"Wait … That's Rumplestiltskin?" Rory asked as he furrowed his brows. The last time he saw the man, he had a faint sparkle to his skin and dressed in rags. "He's done well for himself."

The Professor nodded. "Yeah. That's him," he replied. "He's the owner of Storybrooke." He paused and looked up at Amy and Rory, who gave him quizzical looks. "Oh … Long story. There was this curse, and it ripped everyone from the bubble universe they once were in and placed them in this universe. It created a town in Maine for them."

"So, you're saying there's a town in America filled with Fairy Tale characters?" Amy asked.

The Professor nodded. "Yep. And if they leave town, they lose their memories of who they were." He paused again, realising what he had just said. He rushed over to them. "Rumple? Belle?" He asked them. The two began to stir. "Do you guys remember?"

Mr Gold and Belle nodded. "Yeah, I think so," Belle began as she began to stand up.

The Professor helped Mr Gold before handing him his cane. He looked around and saw Amy and Rory. "The Ponds," he remarked. "Glad to see you're still together." Amy and Rory smiled uneasily. "But why are we here? We aren't in Storybrooke. Or on Earth."

Rory shook his head. "No. We aren't. It's space," he told him, his eyes shifting to the window behind Mr Gold.

"Hang on..." Amy began. "The Professor mentioned you couldn't leave without losing your memory, but you clearly do."

Belle looked down at her hands. Ever since she woke up, she felt something on her left wrist. She rolled up her sleeve and saw a big, black bracelet. On the top, there was a piece that looked like a Dalek eyestalk. "Maybe it's this?" She asked, holding up her left arm.

Mr Gold looked down at his arm and saw that he had one too. The Professor walked over to Belle and looked over the bracelet. Taking out his sonic screwdriver, he gave it a whir. He looked at the readings. "Yeah. That's why you have your memories," he mused. "Don't take them off. They are your life."

Rory shifted his gaze to the window again and saw one of the Dalek saucers fire a green-ray. "So how much trouble are we in?" he asked.

Just as he asked, the door on the other side of the room opened, and a bronze-coloured Dalek glided into the room, followed closely by the Doctor and another bronze Dalek. "How much trouble, Mister Pond?" he asked back. "Out of ten? Eleven."

The Daleks moved the six people to the centre of the room, making them stand in the middle of the circle on the floor. The ceiling above them opened, and the circle platform rose, lifting them into the room above them, into a vast domed colosseum. Seated around the sides were many, many Daleks. Nearby to where the six were standing was the white Supreme Dalek, which was more prominent in size than the average bronze Dalek; the Dalek Prime Minister, with its mutant encased in a circular tube; a few Dalek puppets, one of which was Darla. In the corner, tucked away, was the TARDIS.

"Where are we? A spaceship, right?" Amy asked the Doctor after she had a look around.

"Not just any spaceship. The Parliament of the Daleks. Be brave," the Doctor said. "All of you … Be brave."

"What do we do?" Belle asked.

"Make them remember you," the Doctor answered, then stepped forward. "Well, come on then. You've got me. What are you waiting for? Finally, it's Christmas! Here I am." The Doctor closed his eyes tight, expecting to die in an array of Dalek death rays.

But, instead of firing at the Doctor, the Dalek Prime Minister spoke up in a deep voice. "Save us. You will save us."

The Doctor opened his eyes, shocked at what the Daleks had said to him. "I'll what?"

"You will Save the Daleks," another Dalek said, then one by one, all the Daleks chanted, "Save the Daleks. Save the Daleks. Save the Daleks. Save the Daleks. Save the Daleks. Save the Daleks. Save the Daleks."

"Well ... this is new," the Doctor said.