Ahem. BB and Dy both have zombie brains.
THEN STEVE AND BUCKY TOOK AN AIRSHIP PILOTED BY THE INFAMOUS CAPTAIN BLACKBEARD TO ENGLAND. DESPITE A BRIEF ROBO-DINOSAUR ATTACK IT WAS UNEVENTFUL. THERE THEY WERE GREETED BY THE HOLY ROMAN EMPEROR'S PERSONAL S.H.I.E.L.D. TEAM LED BY RIVER SONG AND WERE ABLE TO NEGOTIATE SPEAKING TO CHURCHILL'S PERSONAL SOOTHSAYER, THE DOCTOR.
((Ahem. Moving right along...))
The Doctor was irritated to be forced into large red robes that swallowed her whole, face caked in make up, wearing large jangly jewelry. This was not to mention that her feet got cold walking on grand marble floors barefoot and she thought she looked ridiculous. For the Doctor that was saying a lot.
She had a distinct advantage, however, over River Song. The Doctor knew how to fix time.
"River..." She slipped from her handlers, two men dressed as Roman soldiers with bronze helms that obscured their faces, to give the archeologist a kiss. Time began to stretch and warp. The second hand on the clocks surrounding them began to tick once, twice before the kiss was broken and it returned to a state of decay.
"You can't run from me, River Song."
One of the roman soldiers removed his helmet. Rory Williams was getting used to the fact that the Doctor no longer knew who he was. He fully expected the same reaction from the rest of the people standing there. Having been deleted from existed and reappearing in a pocket reality, he felt he might have had a perspective no one else was capable of perceiving.
"Um, excuse me..." Rory started. "Did anyone just notice the clocks?"