The Doctor: Amy! Where’s Amy?
Rory: She’s fine, Doctor. Just unconscious.
The Doctor: Okay. Yes. She’s sedated, that’s all. Half an hour and she’ll be fine. Okay, Romans. Good! I was just wishing for Romans. Good old River. How many?
Rory: Fifty men up top, volunteers. What about that thing?
The Doctor: Fifty? You’re not exactly a Legion.
Rory: Your friend was very persuasive but, ah, it’s a tough sell.
The Doctor: Yes, I know that, Rory. I’m not exactly one to miss the obvious but we need everything we can get. Okay, Cyber weapons! This is basically a sentry box. So headless wonder here was a sentry. Probably got himself duffed up by the locals. Never underestimate a Celt.
Rory: Doctor—
The Doctor: Hush, Rory. Thinking. Why leave a Cyberman on guard unless it’s a Cyberthing in the box but why would they lock up one of their own? Okay, no, not a Cyberthing. But what? What? Oh! Missing something obvious, Rory. Something big. Something right slap in front of me. I can feel it.
Rory: Yeah. I think you probably are.
The Doctor: I’ll get it in a minute
The Doctor: Hello again.
Rory: Hello.
The Doctor: How’ve you been?
Rory: Good, yeah. Good. I mean, Roman.
The Doctor: Rory, I’m not trying to be rude. But you died.
Rory: Yeah. I know. I was there.
The Doctor: You died and then you were erased from time. You were never born at all. You never existed.
Rory: Erased. What does that mean?
The Doctor: How can you be here?
Rory: I don’t know. It’s kind of fuzzy.
The Doctor: Fuzzy?
Rory: Well, I died and turned into a Roman. It’s very distracting
