The lights came back on.

Darcy reclined beside Jack. The immortal eyed her, but welcomed the girl on his couch. The Ninth Doctor protested a bit more. She rubbed her side.

"Salt round still hurt?" Jack asked, grinning.

"Yes. Wanna kiss it better?" Darcy winked at him.

"Stop it. She stole a bunch of baby hands." Donna called out.

Darcy rolled her eyes. Jack gave Donna that point. "Oh come on! That was an artistic interpretation of what really happened!"

"Then what really happened?" Nine snapped.

Darcy blinked, struggling to form words. She shrugged. "I...acquired them...from another person."

"Who?" The Ninth Doctor crossed his arms over his chest.

"Remember the neighbor that I made banana bread for?" Darcy asked.

"Yes."

"Yeah, her. Found out some girl scouts were missing when I was buying cookies, so I figured out who was behind it." Darcy explained. "It's the neighbor. Then, see, I checked her house. It had baby hands inside."

"You killed a woman for killing girl scouts, and found out she had baby hands?" Martha asked.

"Yes. But her hands weren't baby hands, she just had severed baby hands." Darcy said. "Still don't know why. Old people are so weird."

"What about the crack?" Amy asked.

"That's why I searched the house! Crack has great street value." Darcy replied. River snorted.

"The crack in space time." Eleven added.

"Oh, that. Yeah, that's 'cause she hid them in her walls. I cracked the wall open, which Terra caught me doing." Darcy explained. She chuckled. "She walked in just before the crack opened. It was so funny. She expects the worst of me so many times."

"Well you did make a hand chair of human faces." Rory demanded.

Darcy put a hand on her heart, raising her other arm up. "No, that was Morgana. I'm innocent of human furniture crafting."

"But you made a boy eat his own family as stew!"

"Cause the family sucked?" Darcy quirked her eyebrows, trying to get why they were so lost. "You're just being stupid on purpose."

Someone cleared their throat from the stage.

"Oh! Oh she's ready!" Darcy whacked Jack on the arm. "Be quiet! Be quiet! Be quiet!"

"You're the one- OW!"

"You'll live!"

The lights dimmed. A spotlight went off onstage. It's a beautiful forest scene, minus the scattered bits of red meat on the floor. The darkly dressed Morgana stood at the center, hands and dress splattered in blood. The mask of Terra's face was hung on a tree.

Morgana began mouthing words. She was clearly the only one speaking, and the mask was useless.

"Carl, I can't believe you!"

"Uh oh, what have I done this time?" Morgana giggled.

"You killed someone and chopped them up and they're right here on the floor, Carl."

Morgana glanced down. Sure enough, pieces of 'meat' were scattered on the ground. They weren't big enough for a full human. It's just enough to put anyone ill at ease. "I didn't do that. Why would you- why would you think I did such a thing?"

"Carl! All the blood and the pieces! You murderer!"

"I think I would've remembered, uh, dismembering someone and putting all their bits on the ground right here. That's not the sort of thing I would usually forget about." Morgana giggled to herself. She brushed her hair back.

"Carl, I hate you, Carl. I HATE YOU!" She spoke this in a high, nasally voice. To mock and tease the mask.

"Whoa, watch it! Now who's being hurtful? You, Paul, you!" Morgana turned away from the mask.

"Carl!" Terra voice sounded different.

The group all sat up. Darcy, though, started drinking. Where she got the beer bottle was anyone's guess. The Doctors recognized the label of 'Liquor Store'.

"Who said that?" Morgana asked. She slipped into a fighting stance.

"It was me, Carl." The mask taunted.

Morgana turned to it. Her eyebrow arched. "...Paul?"

"Yes, Carl." The voice didn't sound like Terra. Okay, actually, it sounded exactly like Terra, but if Terra was turned into a Cyberman.

"You came back!" Morgana cheered. She clapped her hands, spinning in place. Her black dress twirled in the air.

"Is that the mask?" Donna asked.

"The mask is speaking, yeah." Mickey pointed up at the mask.

Rory shuddered. Amy leaned over. "This is like that movie she watched, yeah? What was it?"

"This isn't 'Face-Off'. She watched that to explain a joke to you."

Clara laughed. "She did that for you too?"

"Yeah." Amy sighed. "Why?"

"I get it. Nick Cage is funny." Clara replied.

"You must finish your work, Carl."

"My work?" Morgana snorted, chuckling. "This isn't work. This is play! How often do we get to play?"

"There is so much to do. We mustn't doddle."

Morgana narrowed her eyes. "You said you weren't coming back."

"Carl!"

Morgana huffed. "Yeah?"

"Carl!"

Morgana threw her hands in the air. "I don't know what I'm supposed to say."

"Carl!"

"What?!" Morgana yelled.

"What are you planning, Carl?" The 'not-quite-Terra' mask asked.

"I'm kinda just free-styling these days. Taking things as they come." Morgana replied. She started twirling a lock of hair.

"You're better than that, Carl, you're better."

"I am, aren't I?" Morgana cheered, still twirling her hair.

"You're Carl."

"I am Carl!" Morgana cheerfully pumped her fist. The same fist she'd been using to twirl her hair. Unfortunately, she forgot to let the hair loose. She ended up yanking her own head of hair. "Ow!"

The gathered crowd laughed. Darcy laughed the loudest and longest.

"Carl."

She soothed her aching head. "That's me!" Morgana grumbled.

"Carl!"

"You sure like you're yelling." Morgana remarked.

The stage lights dimmed. The lights above the couches went up.