"What's that?"
"An Extraneous Cerebral Expository,"
"A what?"
"A thing I just made up." The Doctor ran around the medical room connecting wires and odd bits to the alien device he'd just invented and the spaghetti strainer he'd placed on the strange woman's head.
"Is that going to help her?"
"It should."
"What does it do?"
"You know how you use an external hard drive when your computer memory is full?"
"Yeah."
"Well it's nothing like that, but if it helps…" The Doctor connected two wires and the system sprung to life, flashing lights and making whirring sounds as it started. "Here we go!" He ran to a screen hooked up to his device.
"Is it working?"
"It's trying to filter out the unnecessary bits. Poor girl's head was full to bursting. Can't tell exactly what the unnecessary bits are I'm afraid. She'll have to decide that when she wakes up."
"Who is she?" Amy stared at the woman's face, wondering why it seemed so familiar.
"No idea," The Doctor flicked his sonic up to study its readings. "But she's plastic. She's made out of living plastic just like the body parts outside."
"So those used to be people like her." Rory stated, "And they were ripped into pieces." The Doctor jumped up.
"Right, Pond, you're with me. Rory, stay with this one, she'll be up in an hour. We are going to get to the bottom of this mess or my name's Georgie."
"Georgie?"
"I kind of like it, actually. It's got a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
"Why am I staying here?" Rory asked.
"Well we can't just leave a stranger on the TARDIS and besides you're a nurse aren't you? Do nursey things, you'll be fine."
"But-"
"Rory the Roman, this is so very very important I cannot even tell you. I'm trusting you with this, nobody could do this better than you." The nurse stared at the Doctor's serious expression and nodded hesitantly. "Brilliant! Come on Amelia, things to do, places to be!" Rory sighed as the duo walked off. He looked down at the woman lying on the bed and took in the state of her clothing. They might as well have been rags.
"She'll be out for an hour, the Doctor said," He pulled up her sleeve and found several scrapes and bruises on her arm. "Well you're a bit beat up. I'll see what I can do."