What happens next?

At least, no one is likely to complain about Amy's skirt being too short...

"Fifteen?" asked Rory.

"Would you believe eighteen?" asked the Doctor.

"Why not eleven?" asked Amy.

"Eleven?" asked the Doctor. "What fun would that be?"

"So what's going to happen to us?" asked Rory.

"I suppose we'll find out in a minute," said the Doctor as he adjusted his bow tie.

Then the ceiling of Amy and Rory's cell opened up and the two of them found themselves ascending on an elevated platform along with the Doctor and the two Daleks. In the room above they saw a crowd of Daleks. Not just a few Daleks. The group seemed to be composed of every single Dalek in the entire universe.

"What is this?" asked Amy.

"We're in the Parliament of the Daleks," said the Doctor.

"What?" asked Amy. "I'm attending a session of Parliament and I have nothing more to wear than a towel? Who came up with that idea?"

"The Daleks, I imagine," said the Doctor. "They've never been much for human fashions."

"Human fashions!" exclaimed Amy.

"Quiet, Amy," said the Doctor. "The Daleks are about to speak."

"Save us, Doctor!" said one Dalek.

"Save us, Doctor!" said another.

Followed by another and another and another and another....

"This is new," said the Doctor.

"I'd appreciate that a lot more if you were not looking in the direction of my breasts when you said that, Doctor," said Amy.