A giant demon statue that no one notices, a paradox hotel and an easily avoidable companion farewell.
The angels are getting into the hotel business and have gotten their stony digits on a prime piece of real-estate where they time-loop unsuspecting passers-by, gumshoes and doctoral companions to satisfy their sinister hunger.
Cut to a lovely picnic in Central Park, where Amy, now a bespectacled crone, must live with the irony of her husband’s constantly youthful face, despite being him constantly slapped by his spouse, only leading to further pummelling.
Meanwhile, the 1200-year-old babyfaced God has a problem with his companions entering their thirties because there’s a little bit of Ten left in him and once a woman enters her fourth decade, she’s dead to him. Then Rory goes to get coffee, by way of 1938, and River Song has a time bracelet.