A/N - A longer one because once again there was no good place to split it.

They were lowered down into a large circular room.

A man was seated in the middle.

"Hello? Hello, are you the manager? I demand to speak to the manager," the Doctor called.

"This is not a real restaurant, is it?" Clara asked.

"Well now, it's more a sort of automated organ collection station for the unwary diner. Sweeney Todd without the pies."

"Sweeney Todd? How do you know Sweeney Todd?" Elise asked.

"I'm over a thousand years old, Elise. Of course I know Sweeney Todd."

"So where are we now?" Clara asked.

"Factually? An ancient spaceship, probably buried for centuries. Functionally? A larder," the Doctor told them.

"So why hasn't somebody come for us?"

"We're alive."

"We're alive in a larder."

"Exactly. It's cheaper than freezing us."

"Okay."

The Doctor managed to shake his sonic screwdriver out of his coat. "Are you ready?"

Clara nodded. "Go for it."

"Don't let it roll away."

"No."

"We've got one shot at this."

"Next time, make one that doesn't roll."

"Go."

The sonic screwdriver hit the floor next to Clara's feet.

"Have you got it?" the Doctor asked her.

"I can only just about reach it."

"Oh, it's at times like this I miss Amy."

Elise's hearts skipped a beat at the mention of her name. He hadn't talked about the Ponds since Manhattan.

"Who?"

"Nothing."

Elise rolled her eyes, tired of waiting for Clara and dipped her head down. Her teeth grabbed the top of her sonic screwdriver and pulled it from her dress. She flicked it and it landed in her hand. She soniced her bonds and worked on getting Clara and the Doctor out.

"You've had that this whole time!" Clara snapped.

Elise shrugged and stashed in it her dress again.

The Doctor grabbed his screwdriver off the floor.

"You should make that thing voice-activated," Clara told him. When she saw the look on his face, she said, "Oh, for God's sake, it is, isn't it?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Doctor?"

A Chinese man stood in one of the alcoves.

The Doctor examined him. "Dormant."

"How do you know?"

"I don't. I'm just hoping."

"That's encouraging," Elise muttered.

They carefully walked around the room.

"So, is it these guys that killed the dinosaur?" Clara asked.

"Well, if they're harvesting organs, a dinosaur would have some great stuff," the Doctor said.

"Why would robots need organs? Burke and Hare from space?"

"No, but that's a good theory. Droids harvesting spare parts. That rings a bell."

The man sitting in the middle of the room had half a face. The other half was just robotics.

"Captain, my Captain."

"Can he see us?"

"Dormant."

"Hoping?"

"Yep." The Doctor spotted some cables coming out of the back of the chair. "Oh, look. He's recharging. He's asleep. Doesn't even know we're here."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure. Not sure. One or the other."

"Okay. So, half-man, half-robot. A cyborg, yeah?"

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Look at the hands," Elise said.

"What about them?" Clara asked.

"Look at them," the Doctor told her.

Clara looked at them, not understanding what the two Timelords were on about. "I'm looking."

"They don't match. These hands don't belong to the same body."

One was large and the other small. Obviously a man and a woman.

"I don't understand," Clara said.

"Well, I don't blame you. See this, this is not your normal cyborg. This isn't a man turning himself into a robot. This is a robot turning himself into a man, piece by piece," the Doctor explained.

"That's what the restaurant's for?"

"Well, it would need a constant supply of spare parts. You can tan skin, but organs rot. Some of that metalwork looks Roman. Wonder how long it's been around, how much of the original is even left? The eyeballs look very fresh, though."

The arms moved and the three of them jumped back.

"Is it awake?" Clara breathed.

"It's waking up. I think," the Doctor said.

Clara pointed to a door and the Doctor nodded.

"Okay, let's go."

They calmly walked away and then ran through a doorway into a corridor.

The Doctor turned around and ran back into the room. "I've seen this before. I'm missing something."

"Doctor!" Clara insisted.

Clara and Elise ran back towards him.

"It's the brand new head, rebooting."

"Where's a cricket bat when you need one?" Elise muttered.

The Doctor was up too soon. He should have rested more.

"Come on," Clara said.

"I've seen this before."

Clara grabbed the Doctor and pushed him through the doorway. "Oh, hurry up. Get out."

The door came down, separating the Doctor and the women.

The Doctor grabbed his sonic and Elise did the same.

Even with two sonic screwdrivers doing the work, the door only lifted a little bit.

The Half-Face man was unplugging himself from the chair.

"Sorry, too slow. There's no point in them catching us both," the Doctor said. The Doctor closed the door completely and left them.

"No!" Elise yelled, trying to sonic the door. She kicked the door in frustration. "Bastard deadlocked it. Sonic's useless now."

Clara let out a small sob as the Half-Face man walked over to the bench seat.

Elise grabbed Clara by the shoulders. "Clara, focus. Focus! Now how long can you hold your breath?"

Clara caught on and took a deep breath.

The Half-Face man disregarded them. The robots around them started moving, so Elise and Clara mimicked their movements and moved towards the doorway.

They walked through and ran down another corridor. They rounded the corner and found more robots.

Clara took a breath and fell to her knees.

"Clara!" Elise yelled, but the brunette wouldn't wake up.

The robots approached her and one of them grabbed her by the throat. It tightened its grip on her until her eyes rolled back in her head.

When Elise and Clara came to, they were back in the circular room.

"Where is the other one?" the Half-Face man asked them, "There was another. Where is he? Where is the other? You will tell us, or you will be destroyed."

"What did you say?" Clara whispered.

"You will tell us."

"Yeah, I know. Or what?"

"You will die."

Clara stood up, Elise following. "Go on, then. Do it. I'm not going to answer any of your questions, so you have to do it. You have to kill me. Threats don't work unless you deliver."

"You will tell us where the other one is."

"Nope."

"You will be destroyed."

"Destroy me, then. And if you don't, then I'm not going to believe a single threat you make from now on. Of course, if I'm dead, then I can't tell you where the other one went then. You need to keep this place down here a secret, don't you? Never start with your final sanction. You've got nowhere to go but backwards."

"Humans feel pain."

"Ah. Bigger threat to smaller threat. See what I mean? Backwards."

"The information can be extracted by means of your suffering."

"You'll have to go through me first. And you know why? I'm a Timelord, mate. And I'm only on my second body. Have you ever tried to kill a Timelord while they're regenerating? My father took out an entire Dalek fleet while he was regenerating and my mother destroyed a platoon of Nazi soldiers. So try me," Elise told him.

The Half-Face Man stood up.

"All you can offer me is my life. What you can't do is threaten it. You can negotiate," Clara said.

The Half-Man removed one of his hands and it grabbed onto his lapel.

Clara backed up and her voice wavered. "Okay, okay, okay. Okay, yes, yes, yes, I'm crying and it's just because I am very frightened of you. If you know anything about human beings, that means you, you're in a lot trouble."

Elise, however, was not scared. A flame thrower shot out of the Half-Face man's hand and Elise put herself between him and Clara.

"We will not negotiate," he said.

"You don't have a choice. I tell you what. I'll answer your questions if you answer mine."

"We will not answer questions."

"We'll take turns. I'll go first. Why did you kill the dinosaur?"

"We will not answer questions."

"Why'd you kill the dinosaur?"

"We will not answer questions!"

"Then you might as well kill me, because I'm not talking again till you do."

The Half-Face man seemed to consider this for a moment before he spoke. "Within the optic nerve of the dinosaur is material of use to our computer systems."

"You burned a whole dinosaur for a spare part? No. No, hang on. You know what's in a dinosaur's optic nerve, which means you've seen them before."

"Where is the other one?"

"How long have you been rebuilding yourselves? Look at the state of you. Is there any real you left? What's the point?"

"We will reach the promised land."

"The what? The promised land? What's that?"

"Where is the other one?"

"Haven't you been listening? We don't know!" Elise snapped, "But I do know where he will be. Where he will always be. If the Doctor is still the Doctor, he will have my back. Because it's me and him, no matter what."

Clara reached behind her.

"Come on. Come on," Elise whispered.

A hand grabbed Clara's and pulled her back.

The robot removed the skin from its face and the Doctor stood there. "Ah. Hello, hello, rubbish robots from the dawn of time. Thank you for all the gratuitous information. Five foot one and crying. You never stood a chance." He pushed the Half-Face man's arm down. "Stop it."

He put his sonic screwdriver into the recharger on the chair and the lights went out. "This is your power source. And feeble though it is, I can use it to blow this whole room if I see one thing that I don't like. And that includes karaoke and mime, so take no chances. See, Clara? That's how you disguise yourself as a droid." He tossed her the face.

"Yeah, well, I didn't have a lot of time. I'd been suddenly abandoned," she snapped.

"Yeah, sorry. Well no, actually, I'm not. You're brilliant on adrenaline. And you were out of your depth, sir. Never try and control a control freak."

"I am not a control freak!"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Why are you here?" the Half-Face man asked.

"Why did you invite us? The message, in the paper. That was you, wasn't it?"

The Half-Face man cocked his head.

"Oh." The Doctor grabbed his screwdriver and walked over to the two women. "I hate being wrong in public. Everybody forget that happened. Clara, say the word."

"What word?"

"They never sent you in here without a word."

"I don't want to say it."

"I've guessed already."

Clara and Elise touched the top button of their dresses. "Geronimo."

Vastra and Jenny descended from the ceiling using long pieces of fabric. When they landed, they pulled out their swords.

Jenny tossed one to Elise.

"Remain still, and lay down your weapons in the name of the British Empire," Vastra told them.

Strax fell from the ceiling.

"Strax!" Vastra scolded.

"Sorry."

"I've told you before. Take the stairs," Jenny said.

"Oh, look. The cavalry," the Doctor muttered.

"I burned an ancient, beautiful creature for one inch of optic nerve. What do you think you can accomplish, little man?" the Half-Face man asked.

"What do you...? Vastra?"

Vastra blocked the flame-thrower with her sword. "The establishment upstairs has been disabled with maximum prejudice, and the authorities summoned."

"Hang on, she called the police? We never do that. We should start," Clara told the Doctor.

"You see? Destroy us if you will, they're still going to close your restaurant. That was going to sound better."

"Then we will destroy you," the Half-Face man said.

The robots around them had swords for arms.

"No, you won't. You're logical. You have restraint. You killed to survive. You're not a murderer."

"He's not a what? This is a slaughterhouse," Clara reminded him.

"And how does that make it different from any other restaurant? You weren't vegetarian the last time I checked. This is over. Killing us won't change that. What would be the point?"

"To find the promised land," the Half-Face man told them.

"You're millions of years old. It's time you knew, there isn't one."

"I am in search of paradise."

"Yeah, well, me too. I'm not going to make it either."

The Half-Face man hit the Doctor in the head and he went down.

"Doctor!"

"Dad!"

Clara and Elise rushed to his side.

"I will leave in the escape capsule. Destroy where necessary," the Half-Face man said, walking over the bench seat.

"Escape capsule? This ship is millions of years old. It'll never fly," Vastra told him.

"It has been repaired."

"What with?" Clara asked.

"You."

"Defensive positions, everyone," Strax said as the robots encircled them.

"Doctor. He's getting away!" Clara yelled.

"Your friend is intelligent. He'll know better than to follow me."

Elise turned just in time to see him holding onto a brass handle under the seat. He met her eyes and winked.