George hears giggling outside his bedroom window and takes a peek just in time to see Amy and Rory go by. "Maybe we should just let the monsters gobble him up," Rory jokes. George has a tiny heart attack. The Doctor sees the boy at his window and diverts Amy and Rory to another part of the building to continue their search, even though he clearly knows where the child is now. Why wouldn't the Doctor want Tall and Gawky with him? There's really no reason except that the plot requires their separation. While the Doctor scampers off, Amy and Rory get into the elevator, which rockets down the shaft for what seems like ages. Rory and Amy scream and scream and scream some more. When the elevator doors open in the lobby, the Ponds are nowhere to be seen.
When the Doctor arrives at George's apartment, the dad takes one look at his psychic paper and sees him as someone from Social Services. He's not at all surprised, since, as he says, his wife had said she would call. Calling Social Services because your kid has nightmares seems a bit extreme. Or is this a different kind of thing in the UK than it is here in the States? Introductions are made. The Doctor invites the dad -- named Alex -- to tell him all about George. George is currently continuing his freakout in his bedroom while Mrs. Rossiter drags her trash downstairs. Some unseen force grabs her and she disappears into a pile of garbage bags, her sensibly shod feet kicking all the while.
Alex tells the Doctor about George and shows him their family photo album. The boy never cries, he says. He also says he and his wife have talked about sending the boy away for help. If you want to help, learn to talk more quietly. Or shut the door before you talk. Or go around the corner to talk. Or just shut the hell up. Alex goes on to say that his son hates clowns, which the Doctor finds understandable. As do I, little buddy. As do I. George is also scared of the old lady next door, the elevator, and even his bath water. He's scared of everything. The kid's adrenal glands must be the size of russet potatoes.
Amy and Rory wake up on the wooden floor of some darkened house. Rory rolls his eyes, exasperated. "We're dead, aren't we? The lift fell and we're dead. Again!" His next theory, as they begin to explore their surroundings, is that the TARDIS has "gone funny again" and assumes he and Amy are now stuck in the past.
George is still freaking out in his bedroom. A shadow looks like a monster's clawed hand. He knocks over a lamp and his father comes running, along with the Doctor. "Who are you?" George asks. "I'm the Doctor," comes the reply. "The Doctor! Have you come to take me away?" George asks, growing even more terrified. The Doctor assures him that he's only there to talk to him about the monsters. Well, whew! What a relief!