Amy and the Doctor leg it

"Oh my God!" cried a naked Amy Pond. "There's a Dalek eyestalk popping out of that man's forehead. What do you suppose that means, Raggedy Man?"

"I don't know, Amy, but I doubt that it means that he's happy to see you," said the Doctor.

"Perhaps he's happy to see you," said Amy.

"You really think so?" asked the Doctor.

"Not really," said Amy. "Let's leg it."

"No, I think we're better off running," said the Doctor.

"I just realized something," said Amy. "We're in an enclosed space. There's nowhere to run."

"Then we'll just have to climb out of this escape pod and then run," said the Doctor.

"That's easy for you to say," said Amy. "You're not naked."

"Oh, quit complaining, Pond, and climb up that ladder," said the Doctor.

"Er, here's an idea," said Amy as she placed two hands over her well-toned-from-months-of-running buttocks. "Why don't you climb up the ladder first -- and I'll follow."

"This is no time for modesty, Pond," said the Doctor. "Now you go first."

"But, Doctor..." said Amy.

"Don't whine, Pond," said the Doctor. "And start climbing. The other bodies are starting to turn into Daleks as well."

"Yikes!" cried Amy.

And just like that, she was climbing up the ladder and out of the escape pod. After that, she immediately found herself in the same wintry landscape as before.

As Amy hugged herself in a vain effort to keep warm, she found herself praying that Rory at least was okay.

Then as the Doctor emerged from the escape pod, his i-phone rang. This time the ringtone was Verdi's "La donna è mobile."

"That's funny," said the Doctor. "I don't remember giving Donna this number. I wonder who's calling."

He answered and sure enough, it was the same woman who had called before.

"You guys still there?" she asked.

"Of course we are," said the Doctor. "Where are you? And who are you?"

"Who is anybody in this great big universe?" asked the mysterious woman. "Aren't we all just players in the great ongoing melodrama that is life?"

"Er, I didn't really ask for a philosophy lesson," said the Doctor. "Who are you really and can you help us with Rory?"

"Rory?" asked the mysterious woman. "Is that the name you give the Pretty One? I guess it is. All right, I guess I can help. As for me, I guess you can call me a friend of Italian opera... No, wait, you probably wouldn't get that reference. Call me... uh... Ishmael. No, wait. Call me Mary Poppins. No, wait. Call me Marion Ravenwood."

"Are you in fact Marion Ravenwood?" asked the Doctor.

The mysterious woman replied, "No, but I could be."