They’re surrounded by the creatures with no way out; the TARDIS is only a hundred metres or so away, and yet it might as well be on another planet considering the slavering hordes blocking their way.
“Now what?” Rory says, voicing Amy’s thoughts before she can say anything.
“Take my hand.” The Doctor clasps Amy’s right hand in his left, tells Rory to take Amy’s other hand.
Holding hands with her two favourite people is all well and good, but… “That’s it? Just hold hands?”
“Of course not!” The Doctor grins. “Charge!”
Amy almost feels sorry for their attackers.