Once back in reception, the Doctor tries to figure out why these particular people were brought here. The Tivolian looks forward to someone either rescuing or enslaving them. The Doctor starts formulating a plan to find the TARDIS, advising everyone not to look in any of the rooms they feel particularly drawn to. Joe starts laughing and reciting a creepy nursery rhyme. So they tape his mouth shut and wheel him around as they go exploring the hotel.

Howie the blogger tells Rory he's figured out they're in Norway. He spouts off some conspiracy theory about the U.S. government and rich people and Earth colliding with another planet. This all sounds absurd to the man who spent 2000 years as a robotic Roman centurion who came to life because of a girl's imagination. Before anyone can stop him, Howie opens one of the doors. It's filled with pretty teenage girls who laugh at his Klingon-loving ways and mock him by stuttering. The Doctor shuts the door. Howie starts stuttering badly and blames it all on some CIA experiment. The Doctor encourages him to hold onto that. The monster growls and pants.

More wandering. Amy finds Lucy's dropped notes. Rory finds a fire exit. Before he can tell anyone about it, it vanishes. The monster's growls grow closer, so the Doctor tells everyone to hide. Rita and Joe end up in a room where a man in a white lab coat rails at Rita for being lazy. She got a B in math, he says. That would have been parade day for me. The others end up in a room with a pair of weeping angels. Amy freaks out, but they're for the Tivolian. As the monster tromps down the hall, the Doctor can't resist having a look out the peephole. "Oh, look at you!" he breathes. "You're beautiful!" Elsewhere, Joe's bonds suddenly loosen as if by magic and he runs joyously into the hallway. It's all "praise him, praise him" and laughing. "I think he's going after Joe," the Doctor says, still peering out the peephole. Ya think? He waits a bit, then opens the door just in time to see the last of Joe being dragged around the corner.