The unearthly vworp of the TARDIS filled a Victorian sitting room and the blue box materialized in the corner, next to the long green drapes. It was out of place, a brighter and bolder blue than anything in the entire house. The Doctor opened the door and stuck his head out, looking around curiously.

"It's okay to come out, Jamie, Zoe," he said, stepping out into the room. He straightened his bowtie and placed his hands in the pockets of his frock coat, looking around with interest.

"Where are we, Doctor?" Jamie asked, coming up behind him and copying his stance. "There's enough fancy finery in here for a king."

"It looks like early 20th century London," said the Doctor. "But it seems strange that the TARDIS would pick up a signal from here and lock onto it. There's no sign of trouble anywhere."

"I did a scan for alien tech," Zoe said, slipping out of the TARDIS. She closed the door behind her. "There were a few vague readings, but nothing to be alarmed about."

The three of them cautiously crossed the room, looking all around them, expecting traps. The room had a musty smell and all the furniture was covered in velvet. The carpet was thick and it masked all sound of their movement. Jamie poked at a typewriter sitting on a desk and the Doctor slapped his hands away, worried he would break it. Zoe, rolling her eyes at their antics, crossed the room and opened the door. It led into the front hall with a high ceiling and small electrically wired chandelier. There was a large staircase across from the front door leading up to the second floor. A woman in a fluffy pink dress was descending quickly. She held the end of her long skirt up delicately and primped her hair with the other hand.

"Oh, there you are, dear," she said, noticing Zoe standing there. "Sorry I couldn't get to the door in time, I'm glad you let yourself in. I'm in such a rush, already late." She grabbed a luscious fur coat off of a rack by the door and slipped it on. "What was your name again, sweetheart?"

"Zoe," she told the woman, confused, but she decided to play along.

"Zoe, thanks again for coming at the last minute. By the way, I love your cat suit. Great color, where'd you get it?"

"I…" Zoe tried to remember where she had acquired the suit, but the woman spoke again before she had a chance to make up her mind.

"Oh, look at the time! Harry's upstairs sleeping right now, but he might wake up at any moment." The woman threw the door open and stepped out onto the front step. "I think there's milk in the fridge, but you'll have to check. If not, Mrs. Gilligan at 4120 Bowman will have some. Gotta fly, bye darling." And with a sweeping gesture, she slammed the door behind her. Zoe was left breathless in her wake. The woman had a high energy level. It took the wind out of Zoe, who preferred to maintain a cool head.

"Who was that fluffy pink thing?" Jamie asked, peeking into the hall. "Is she gone?"

"Yes, she is," sighed Zoe. "Though I have no idea what just happened."

"Well, I'm glad," Jamie smoothed down his fur vest. "I was afraid if she saw me she'd start off again with the feathers."

"I'm sure she would have loved to talk to you, Jamie. Your skirt would probably inspire a new fashion trend."

"Oi, it's a kilt." Jamie shook a finger at her. "Don't you be forgetting it."

"Who was she?" Zoe asked, looking at the Doctor for explanation. He had followed Jamie in to the hall and was bent over, inspecting an antique vase.

"I think a better question is: who is Harry?" The Doctor put a foot on the bottom step of the stairs and looked up. As if he had triggered some alarm, a baby's warbling cry floated down to them.

The three of them looked at each other, completely at a loss of what to do.