Not only was the world doing a spinny thing that wasn't entirely natural, Time itself felt like it was stuttering on him. Like he thought he could see those tangents again, the paradoxes, the splits and slivers, and oddly enough, some of them were flickering right back toward the corner where Sobe - Rory? No, Amy, he had his humans right -- had wandered in from. The Doctor tried to concentrate as Amy proved that maybe some alien knots were going to out-Scot a Scot and she was taking an awfully long time to free him, wasn't she? Only one strap! Amy Pond; The Girl Who Takes Forever At Rescues!

Something in the Doctor's head clicked, fighting off the drugs coursing through his system and a dosage that was, quite frankly, not prepped for a Time Lord's physiology.

"Plan? Pond, you know how I am with plans. You of all people!" The Doctor heaved a laugh and was surprised when the laugh turned into a choke as his breath caught in his lungs. The Doctor struggled to breathe as his body went rigid against the restraints. He tried again. "You're hardly professional at jiggery-pokery anyway. Not the level we need."

He seemed like he was about to say more when the Doctor suddenly blinked, seemed to come more aware of his surroundings and then glanced over blindly toward that corner. He caught a glimpse of burning coals for eyes out of the fog.

Something wasn't right. Those hadn't been there before, he was sure of it. The Doctor seemed less interested in having a conversation with Amy now, those eyes drawing him in and making him start to suspect this room wasn't as empty as Amy claimed: so much for the guards taking a lunch break.