It was in the middle of the staircase that The Doctor bumped into his new favourite Muslim friend. "Rita!" exclaimed The Doctor excitedly. "Brilliant! How are you? Not panicking, are you?"
Rita smiled.
"Good, good, 'cause I am literally an otter's toenail from getting us out of here." He assured her.
"Why?" Rita demanded.
"Excellent question", said The Doctor, inwardly. He walked past Rita, repeating, "Excellent question..", speaking as if he was about to go off on another one of tangents, when he realised he was no longer sure exactly what it was they were talking about and spun back around to face the waiting Rita. "Why.. what?"
"Why's it up to you to save us?" Rita pointed out. "That's quite a God complex you have there."
Now Rita had brought up an excellent point, but The Doctor felt it best to change the subject. Looking down to the bottom of the staircase, he watched as Amy placed the fish bowl from earlier, safely on a table.
"I brought them here", stated The Doctor, referring to his companions. "-And say it was their choice, but offer a child a suitcase full of sweets and they'll take it. Offer someone all of time and space and they'll take that too" Rita listened intently to what the bow-tied man in front of her had to say. "- Which is why you shouldn't." Then in no time at all The Doctor's face seemed to change from a wise old man's, to that of a cosmic nine year old. He finished off this little speech with, "Which is why grown-ups were invented."
"All of time and space. Eh?" Rita humoured him, unbelievably.
"Oh yeah!" he confirmed, now swinging from the ceiling post. "And when we get out of this, I'll show you too". His voice was full of promise, as he pointed to Rita and made to leave down the staircase, before he was unexpectedly summoned back, by Rita's reply.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but whatever it was - I have a feeling you just did it again."
The Doctor had been chuckling nervously, when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. It was a surveillance camera, blinking at them, from high up in the corner of the staircase. "-Right down to the smallest detail", he continued. "- Got you Mr Minotaur!" Then he raced off.
Rita walked forward to inspect the security camera, looking into it, with her hands on her hips. Worship came over her.
"Praise him." She was giggling delightedly.
Then it was over, and Rita was both worried and scared.
