Before she's gone there's some Scots humor that you either get or you don't -- "Scotland's got to be here somewhere."/"No. They wanted their own ship."/"Nothing changes." -- that should and almost does reify Amy Scottish-in-Leadworth personality -- as a metaphor for the Doctor from last week -- but not really. They giggle about how the Doctor is her friend and he's a boy but he's not her boyfriend, and she says about her marriage: "A long time ago, tomorrow morning. I wonder what I did." Which is a truly Moffat statement ("long time ago tomorrow") crossed with an arc thought that actually matters but not this week, and finally she throws herself into the tent, where the Hole and thus the Story are located. Proper response if you're taking part in a fairytale, which she is, but needlessly bullshit when the story is not playing by the rules because we have to hit fifty other awesome ideas before there's a point.
You know, chances are if you've read this far you're one of two categories: Trigger-Happy Jack or Drive-By À Go-Go. You know somebody, or love somebody, or are somebody, who is relentlessly negative. They say no to everything. And I don't want to be that guy. I am not that guy. This episode sucks, but that's not a categorical Comic Book Guy no-no-no to everything that happens. That Trigger-Happy Jack is not a role I would ever play. And I feel like in Nerd Country, you're one or the other. Either you say no to everything, or you sit there and listen to that guy say no to everything. You're the victim of the drive-by. As people who love nerds and those Jacks, we get used to it. But that's not how I'm feeling. I believe every week for every show is a chance to be excellent. Regardless of what came before or what comes after. Hating this episode has zero to do with the show before this point and zero to do with what comes after. I don't know if I was clear about that, before. Maybe I thought it went without saying.
Anyway, Amy jumps down the hole and Mandy doesn't. Mandy's horrified. Doesn't even want to talk about it. Which is exactly where Amy belongs, because she's more "fuck it" than the Doctor ever was. He's not her boyfriend -- she's getting married, "most definitely," a long time ago tomorrow morning, hopefully before this season ties itself together -- and before Mandy's done screaming she's in the tent, which becomes Wardrobe-like something new: A tentacle, draped in social interest cloth. And she backs up, without standing up, on her heels, away from it, and when she comes back there's standing in the circle a bunch of Winders, the monk ones, wearing an onyx ring that will never mean anything. And she loses consciousness.