A loud "uuuuuuuuurgh" of frustration came from Amy Pond's bedroom.
"What are you 'uuuuuuuuurgh'ing about?" said the Doctor, poking his head through her doorway.
Amy, not even dressed yet, was sitting on her bed, glaring at her iPhone. "I was so close! I just had one more jelly to clear!"
"One more jelly? What are you on about?" asked the Doctor.
"This game!" exclaimed Amy, brandishing the phone in his face. "Candy Crush!"
"Oh, honestly, Pond," said the Doctor with a fantastic roll of his eyes. "Here you are, with the whole time and space at your feet, and you invest yourself in this silly, humany-wumany game."
Amy sighed and got up out of bed. "Maybe you're right. I'm going to have a bath."
Grabbing her robe and putting it on, Amy walked out of the bedroom and to the bathroom. The Doctor scoffed and leaned against the post of her bed.
The phone still lay on the comforter, on Amy's game.
The Doctor eyed it curiously.
Two hours later, Amy, now bathed and dressed, was tearing her bed and room apart, searching for her phone. "Where is it?!" Amy grouched. "I could've sworn I left it here on the bed."
"No, no, NO!" Suddenly a shout came from the console room downstairs.
Amy lifted an eyebrow. I think I just found my phone.
Amy found the Doctor, her phone in his hand, glaring at the screen, his eyes wide in rage. "No, no, NO!" he exclaimed again. "This is not fair! I just had one cherry left to get to the bottom! And now I'm out of lives!"
Amy pointedly cleared her throat. "Doctor?"
The Doctor turned around in surprise, caught like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. "Ah…" he said sheepishly. He gave the phone back to Amy and straightened his bowtie importantly. "As I said…humany-wumany."