Amy's face distorted like glass bubbling under extreme heat, or maybe it was the Doctor's vision that went. It didn't last long, a blink and the effect washed away. A normal human with fiery hair. Amy pulled the straps tighter. Behind her, one of the crocodile statues creaked, shedding stone chips, cocking to watch them from the shadows like a gargoyle slowly coming to life in the evening hours.

"You won't tell me how to save you." Her voice flattened itself as the Doctor's grew stronger. Her face lost some of its animation. The world wavered. She wasn't going to go back until the Doctor talked. "Tell me. Tell me everything."