The world slowly swam back into view. The room was too bright, only making his head hurt even more. Rory blinked himself awake and found himself strapped to some sort of sloped examination table. He glanced around the room but couldn't see anything other than his own reflection on one of the walls.
A door opened and Tori walked in. She smiled mischievously and walked up to the examination table. "Tori!" said Rory, "What's going on?" "A most glorious moment for Germany," said Tori.
Rory's eyes widened. Gone was Tori's British accent, replaced by a heavy German one. He could also see a red band on her arm. On that band was a swastika. Chills ran down Rory's spine.
"And I have to say that you were quite easy to bring in; you're far too trusting," she said, "But then again, most people are, especially when the thing they want to trust looks like so much like something they love."
"What do you mean?" asked Rory. "Do you really believe that I would actually have this revolting red hair?" said Tori with disgust. Rory stared at her. "Awww, poor little centurion," she said, "We did our research. We know that when you embarked on the quest to protect the Pandorica you left behind a girl. Someone that you loved very much, judging by the amount of sketches you drew of her."
Tori threw down several old pieces of paper with pictures of Amy drawn on them. Rory recognized them. He had drawn them during the Renaissance when he was lonely. He didn't want to forget what Amy's face looked like. Tori stomped on the drawings and ground them into the floor with her heel. Rory glared at her.
"Oh, and now it's angry," she said, smirking, "Don't you even want to know about the Cybermen? Brilliant, I thought. We needed to know if you really were that centurion of legend. Our engineers designed those robots to look exactly like those fossils found in the Underhedge. When you recognized them, we knew we had our target."
"What do you want from me?" asked Rory darkly. Tori circled the examination table and Rory strained his head to watch her. She came up behind him and spoke over his shoulder. "Imagine an invincible army of plastic, armed with unlimited ammunition," she said, "An army that doesn't need to be fed, and doesn't need to rest." She grabbed his chin so that he was looking straight into her eyes. "Germany would be invincible," she said, "The führer will be most pleased... I might even get a promotion."
Rory jerked his head away in disgust and Tori chuckled softly. "I'm not sure if this will hurt or not," she said, "It probably will." With that three masked doctors rolled in several large pieces of equipment. Rory started struggling in his bonds. "Make it easier on yourself and try to relax," said Tori before exiting the room, the door closing loudly behind her.
