Churchill steals the TARDIS key and scrappy trashy old Amy yells and gets it back and Harkonnen woggles at her -- "Sharp as a pin! Almost as sharp as me!" -- making a tragically condescending situation all the more unpleasant, and then somebody yells "KBO!" one more time because gay sex is hilarious, and then we go talk to Bracewell about how he assumes that the Doctor is going to kill him, due to him being a dangerous stupid robot, but the Doctor and Amy do an unending routine about how they'll be back to get him in ten, fifteen, twenty, thirty minutes, and he doesn't get it because it's too dumb to get, and finally they're like, "GO PRETEND TO BE A HUMAN BEING BECAUSE YOU ARE INHABITING THE FLESH OF A DEAD MAN GO SO FUCK DORABELLA IN THE GUISE OF SOMEONE ELSE," hahaha, so romantic and so idiotic, and seriously that's as bad as it's going to get for awhile. I promise you.
Amy's like, "We all have enemies, yes, but mine's the woman outside Budgens with the mental Jack Russell. You've got, like, you know, arch-enemies." So she thought it would be all "running through time, being daft and fixing stuff," but apparently there's danger. Unlike last week, when there were fifty fucking things flying at her face including monks and tentacles and vomit and creepy robot-dolls and memory wipes and genocide and Room 101 and the life-threatening dorkiness of Liz 10. Or the week before that, when she literally prayed the Doctor into existence because she was alone and terrified throughout her entire life and got all tied up with a monster that lived in her house that she didn't even know about that crawled around in the bodies of coma patients and eventually incurred the wrath of giant flying eyeballs, no. Now it's for real.
"Is that a problem?" he asks, and she points out she's still standing there. "You're worried about the Daleks." He says a true thing: "I'm always worried about the Daleks." But on top of that, why doesn't she remember them in the first place? Why are there no Daleks in the dalekpond? Why the cracks everywhere? Why? WHY?
Interesting, and high hopes. But as a sort of follow-up to last week before never speaking of that again... I've gotten a lot of well-meaning instruction over the last few weeks as to what exactly my job is, and how I could be doing it better. But I think some of this arises from a misconception of what my job is. What I -- and we, at this site -- have always said is that a recap is a subjective experience of the episode. Nothing more and nothing less. There are infinite ways to convey that. You can hate the thing you love or hate the thing you hate, you can snark or you can involve Tennyson, but retelling the story through a personal lens is the only thing a recap means.