Meanwhile, there lived a young brunette woman known to many as Oswin Oswald in a small room in an unknown place. She had on a tight, red dress that came to above her knees, and she pressed play on her sound system, where the song Carmen played throughout the room. She walked over to the door and nailed some wooden planks over it before she walked over to the kitchen. Her room was kept neat and tidy. It wasn't much, but to her, it was home. She went over to the small microwave oven and took out a souffle, which was a little bit burnt. She then grabbed her voice recorder and laid down in her hammock, documenting what had gone on in her day. "Day Three-six-three. The terror continues. Also, I made another soufflé, very nearly. Check defences. They came again last night. Still always at night. Maybe they're actually vampires. Oh, it's also my mother's birthday. Happy birthday, mum," she said. "I did make you a soufflé, but it was too beautiful to live."
As she finished, she heard the Daleks outside her small room. They ordered, "You will let us enter! We will enter! We will enter!" But all Oswin did was turn up the volume of her sound system and closed her eyes, putting her hands on her cheeks, to tune the Daleks' menacing voices Daleks said outside, but Oswin turned up the volume on "Carmen", making it drown out the war cries of the Daleks.
Back in the Dalek Parliament, the Doctor and the Professor talked together quietly. They discussed the situation before them and what had happened in each other's lives while Mr Gold, Belle, Amy, and Rory were talking to themselves a few metres back.
"Now what?" Mr Gold asked. "I've heard of these Daleks. What they are. Where they're from. What they do. The question is, why do they want us to save them?"
Amy was looking over at the Doctor and the Professor. "I don't know. But I do know that they're working on a plan," she told the group before describing their actions. "They've chosen the most defendable area in the room, counted all the Daleks, counted all the exits, and now they're calculating the exact distance Rory and I are standing apart and are starting to worry. Oh, and look at the Doctor frowning now," Amy said. "Something's wrong with Amy & Rory, and who's going to fix it? And he straightens his bow tie."
"And what's wrong with you and Rory?" Belle asked.
"It's a long story…" Rory answered.
Darla went up to the Doctor and Professor and said, "The Prime Minister will speak with you now."
"Do you remember who you were before they emptied you and turned you into their puppet?" the Doctor asked.
"My memories are only reactivated if they are required to ease cover or disguise."
"You had a daughter."
"I know. I've read my file."
After the chat with Darla, which got them nowhere, the Doctor and the Professor walked up to the Prime Minister. "Doctor. Professor. We have arrived," he said.
"To where?" the Professor asked.
"What do you know of the Dalek Asylum?"
"According to legend, you have a dumping ground. A planet where you lock up all the Daleks that go wrong. The battle-scarred, the insane, the ones even you can't control. It's never made any sense to me," the Doctor said.
"Why not?" the Dalek Prime Minister said.
"Because you'd just kill them."
"It is offensive to us to extinguish such divine hatred."
Belle stepped forward when she heard that last comment. "How do you find that offensive?" she asked.
"Does it surprise you to know the Daleks have a concept of beauty?" the Dalek Prime Minister asked.
"I thought you'd run out of ways to make me sick. Hello again. You think hatred is beautiful?" the Doctor asked.
"Perhaps that is why we have never been able to kill you."
A hole opened in the middle of the floor, and the Doctor, the Professor and Darla walked to it. A white planet, covered in snow, was visible. "The Asylum. It occupies the entire planet, right to the core," Darla said.
"How many Daleks are in there?" the Doctor asked.
"A count has not been made. Millions, certainly."
"And they're still alive?" the Professor asked.
"It has to be assumed. The Asylum is fully automated. Supervision is not required," Darla said.
"Armed?" Amy asked.
"The Daleks are always armed," Darla said.
"What colour? I'm sorry, there weren't any good questions left," Rory said after he got strange looks from the other five before the song of Carmen began to play over the speakers of the Dalek Parliament.
Darla walked back over to the controls beside the Prime Minister and fiddled with them. "This signal is being received from the very heart of the Asylum," Darla explained, though she didn't know why the song was playing. Or how it was playing.
"What is the noise? Explain! Explain!" the Supreme Dalek ordered.
"Er, it's me," the Doctor said, kind of sheepishly.
"What are you talking about, Doctor?" Mr Gold asked.
"It's me, playing the triangle. Okay, I got buried in the mix. Carmen. Lovely show. Someone's transmitting this. Have you considered tracking back the signal and talking to them? He asked the Daleks," the Doctor said, then said into a microphone, "Hello? Hello? Carmen? Hello?"
"Hello?" Oswin asked, her voice coming across the speaker and over the music.
The Professor stood still after hearing Oswin's voice and blinked twice, both his hearts racing. He went forward to the loud-speaker to meet with his father like he was in some trance. "Who is that sexy voice?" he asked.
"Come in. Come in. Come in, Carmen," the Doctor said, ignoring everyone else in the room. He was too busy focusing on who this person was.
"Hello! Yes, yes, sorry. Do you read me?" Oswin asked. "And did someone call me sexy?"
The Professor blushed bright red. He didn't think that she could hear him. "Uh...yes..." the Professor said, blushing bright red. "I can stop if you want..."
The Doctor looked over at his son. "Sexy...?"
"You call the TARDIS sexy, which means I can call..." the Professor trailed off his sentence, then asked Oswin, "I'm sorry, what's your name?"
"Oswin Oswald, junior entertainment officer, starship Alaska. Status: crashed and shipwrecked somewhere not nice. Been here a year, rest of the crew missing. Provisions good but keen to move on," Oswin explained, then said, "but Sexy's fine. Call me Sexy."
The Professor beamed after hearing that last bit. He was relieved. At least he didn't make a fool of himself, and she didn't mind. The Doctor ignored him and asked, "A year? Are you okay? Are you under attack?"
"Some local lifeforms. Been keeping them out."
"Do you know what those lifeforms are?" The Professor asked.
"I know a Dalek when I hear one, yeah," Oswin answered.
"What have you been doing on your own against the Daleks for a year?"
"Making soufflés."
"Soufflés? Against the Daleks? Where'd you get the milk?"
"This conversation is irrelevant," the Supreme Dalek said.
"No, it isn't," the Doctor said.
"No! Hello? Hello?" Oswin asked over the loud-speaker, then she faded out in static. The Professor then tried to bring back the reception. He liked hearing Oswin's voice. To him, it was very comforting, and he could quickly lose himself in it.
While the Professor was doing what he could to bring back Oswin, the Doctor continued to explain to the Supreme Dalek. "Because a star-liner has crashed into your Asylum, and someone's got in. And if someone can get in, then everything can get out—a tsunami of insane Daleks. Even you don't want that," the Doctor said.
"The Asylum must be cleansed," the Supreme Dalek said.
"Then why is it still here? You've enough firepower on this ship to blast it out of the sky."
"The Asylum forcefield is impenetrable," Darla said.
"Turn it off," the Doctor suggested.
"It can only be turned off from within the Asylum."
"A small task force could sneak through a forcefield. Send in a couple of Daleks. Oh. Oh. Oh, that's good. That's brilliant. You're all too scared to go down there. Not one of you will go, so tell me, what do the Daleks do when they're too afraid?
"The Predator of the Daleks will be deployed," the Supreme Dalek said.
"You don't have a Predator, and even if you did, why would they turn off a forcefield for you?" the Doctor asked.
"Because you will have no other means of escape," the Dalek Prime Minister said.
"May I clarify? The Predator is the Dalek's word for you," Darla said.
"Me? Me?" the Doctor asked.
"You will need this. It will protect you from the nano-cloud," Darla said, putting a bracelet on the Doctor's right wrist before putting on an Amy and Rory. The bracelets were the same ones that Mr Gold, Belle and the Professor had on.
"Um... What's the nano-cloud?" Belle asked, but Darla kept on talking.
"The gravity beam will convey you close to the source of the transmission. You must find a way to deactivate the forcefield from there," Darla said.
"You're going to fire all of us at a planet? That's your plan? We get fired at a planet and expected to fix it."
"In fairness, that is slightly your MO," Rory chimed in.
"Don't be fair to the Daleks when they're firing me at a planet," the Doctor said, then asked, "What do you want with them?"
"It is known the Doctor required companions," the Supreme Dalek said.
"Oh, brilliant. Good oh," Rory said.
"Okay, but what about Rumple and Belle. Why are they here?" the Professor asked.
"We have been monitoring Storybrooke," the Dalek Prime Minister said. "Ever since we moved the Earth."
The Professor's eyes widened. "Wait… During that, I stood at the town line. The curse stopped the Daleks from coming in. A couple of them did show up at the town line, but they turned away. Were they scanning something?"
"Why?" Mr Gold asked, stepping up.
"The town has a strong charge," the Dalek Prime Minister answered. "So strong that it will serve the Daleks well."
"Oh...you mean magic?" Mr Gold asked.
"You are the most powerful being in the town. You are necessary."
"But what about Regina? She knows magic too. I should know. I taught her."
"The witch ... is weak."
"Well, she did come to us to "jumpstart" her magic," the Professor said.
The Doctor went over to where both Mr Gold and Belle were standing. "Now, Rumple. Belle. Don't worry. We'll get through this, I promise. Just don't be scared, guys," the Doctor said.
"Scared? Who's scared. Geronimo," Amy said.
"Ha! Oi!" the Doctor said. And with that, the Dalek puppets pushed the group of six into the gravity beam.
While they were inside the gravity beam, all were screaming. In the gravity beam, all were screaming.
"Wrong way up! Wrong way up!" Rory shouted as he plummeted down towards the Asylum head first.
"Belle! Rumple! Hold on! I'll poof us down!" the Professor shouted, as he waved his hand and engulfed the three of them in blue smoke. But he couldn't grab all of them in smoke. The Doctor, Amy and Rory still fell.
