(Brian produces a trowel and starts digging in the sand.)

RORY: Did you just have that on you?

BRIAN: Of course. What sort of man doesn't carry a trowel? Put it on your Christmas list.

RORY: Dad, I'm thirty one. I don't have a Christmas list any more.

DOCTOR: I do!

(The doors open to reveal two large armoured creatures backlight by a very bright light.)

BRIAN: Not possible.

DOCTOR: Run!

(The gang run away, except the Doctor.)

AMY: Doctor!

DOCTOR: I know. Dinosaurs! On a spaceship!

(Amy grabs the Doctor and pulls him away from the ankylosaurs.)