Rory looked at the American called Jack. "You know the Doctor?"

"Yeah, traveled with the mad man a few times." He answered brushing off the front of his shirt. "You know 'im?"

"I was traveling with him." Rory answered wiping sweat at the sweat on his brow coming away with blood. "Recently."

"How long have you been here?"

"A day I think," Rory answered letting out a shuddering breath.

"And they've already beat you down that bad?" Jack asked him leaning against the wall next to Rory.

"They don't seem to like me too well." Rory snorted turning to look at him. "I've died once a long time ago. No one remembered me. I don't really remember the dying part, it's a little fuzzy. I do remember the nothingness."

"I've died many times…How'd it happen?"

"Pushed the Doctor out of the way and took the shot myself. Then I got taken by the crack, erased from time forever." Rory told him sadly thinking of all the Doctor had sacrificed for the world to be right again. "That was until I came back though. Amy had remembered me."

"And you came back alright?" Jack asked, seeming oddly nervous for the answer.

"Well, no, I was plastic. A plastic Centurion in fact. The last Centurion."

"Well, you're not plastic now."

"The Doctor stopped it all. He erased himself from time to save the universe, save Amy and me." Rory said thinking back to seeing the crazy Doctor he loved climb into the Pandorica and fly away.

"He's dead? Gone?" Jack sounded heartbroken.

"Of course not," Rory told him with a look. "Amy remembered him and he came back. "We've been traveling with him ever since."

"Do you love him?"

Jack's question had caught Rory off guard. What did it matter? "Who are you Jack?"

"Captain Jack Harkness," Jack announced shaking Rory's hand briefly. "Traveled with the Doctor too and became immortal."

"How?" Rory was astonished.

"It's complicated," Jack sounded sad all of a sudden.

"Time for more tests, Rory." The cold voice slipped down his spine.

"I've been in here for ten bloody minutes." He shouted knowing if he went back in there he would surly die.

The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and ran it over the locked door. Click! He slipped inside keeping to the shadows. He had told Amy it was too dangerous and had made her stay in the TARDIS. In all honesty, he was just selfish. The only reason the Doctor had made her stay was because he wanted to save Rory by himself. To see Rory first.

A scream sounded through the corridor. Rory's scream.

Adjusting his crooked bow time he strolled into the room looming in front of him. He couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. Rory, clothes clinging to his bloody skin by slivers, was strapped to a table being cut by a scalpel. The thing holding the scalpel was on of The Men. One of the most feared species in the universe. They could talk but preferred telepathic communication. No one could see them unless they wanted to be seen or you weren't scared. But the Doctor was scared. Scared for Rory's life. The powers of The Men were unknown which frightened him further more.

Tall, pale, and skinny it turned it's hollow face toward the Doctor. It's eyelids were sewn shut along with it's lips. A long low hiss sounded throughout the Doctor's head. Rory looked pale and unconscious. The slow rise and falls of his chest reassured him that Rory was still breathing. Still alive.

"Hello, I'm the Doc-"

I know who you are, Time Lord. It hissed inside his head. You are here for the human, are you not?

"Why else would I be in a place like this? Unless I was wanting to have some surgery. Which I do not." The Doctor moved closer to the table eyes on Rory. "Why him? Out of all the humans populating this planet why him? Just to spite me?"

"Spite? No, we are more professional than that Doctor. You underestimate us."

"Why is he being beaten? What kind of sadistic test is that?" The Doctor felt flowing though his veins like scalding lava.

"We're testing you. Your reactions." It walked toward gun hands folded. Blood was smeared across it's white knuckles.

"For what?" He couldn't keep the malice out of his voice.

"To destroy you, Doctor, and rip apart time and space."