Rory opened his eyes to find himself in the same basement as before, surrounded by his team-mates and the Doctor's friends. Carefully he glanced at the costumed Autons standing at the doorway. They hadn't seem to respond to his awakening yet, nor had they thought to take his gun.
Rory sat for a moment, working out the best way to go about this prison break. Snart would no doubt have some up with some genius plan that got them out of there unnoticed.
But Rory wasn't about that. Rory saw the monsters in front of him, and knew he had a perfect outlet for his pent up childhood trauma...
It was the smell of burning plastic that led Sara to Rory and the others. Sure enough, as she forced the door open, she found herself being stared back at by the two very deformed heads of the most beloved couple in history.
"'Bout time you showed up," said Rory gruffly, putting his flame gun back in its holster.
"I was a bit busy," Sara replied, nimbly skipping over the bubbling plastic and having a look at the others. "Any idea what's going on?"
"The Doc said that they were being kept in the dream by making those trapped there be with their loved ones," said Rory. "Clearly it had no effect on me."
"Because you don't love anyone?" Sara replied.
"Because after being Cronos it's hard for me to fall for these sort of tricks," Rory replied.
Sara grimaced, forgetting that Rory had been through so much. Still, the mission at hand is all that mattered for the moment. There had to be a way of rescuing her friends.
"What was it like in there?" asked Sara.
"Empty," said Rory. "Everyone had people they loved being nice to them. Something about replacing people with plastic versions of themselves."
"Well the Doctor is probably gonna need our help," said Sara. "Especially if she's asleep like rest of them... Okay, you stay here and keep an eye on them, and I'll go find the Doctor and make sure she's safe."
"I rather think you won't," said the Auton copy of Roy Disney, suddenly appearing on the stairs. Both Legends turned, weapons drawn.
"We tried to be nice," said Roy. "But if you want it this way." He snapped his fingers, more Autons appearing behind him. "Take them outside and kill them. We have other issues to take care of. Soon the Doctor will be dead, and her ship will be ours to control the universe with!"