Jamie hurried down the front steps and looked up and down the street, hoping to see Zoe on her way back. She was nowhere to be seen. Jamie set off down the street briskly, looking all around him. He liked the look of the street, with it's even trees and uniform houses. The road was smooth, moist dirt that didn't kick up much dust. A small motorcar rumbled past and the driver honked at him in a friendly way. He waved and kept walking.
He came to a crossroad and tried hard to remember the name of the street that Henry's mother had told Zoe. Something with the letter B, he knew. The signpost said Bowman, and it sounded right, so Jamie decided to make a guess and go right. He had no idea what the number of the house was, but it was owned by a Mrs. Gilligan. He decided that if he went both directions and didn't see Zoe anywhere, he'd knock at one of the houses and ask to be directed to Mrs. Gilligan's home.
He never got the chance. Unlike Zoe, who was quiet and very aware of her surroundings, Jamie's loud thumping footsteps masked all other sounds. He was unaware that he wasn't alone until the buzzing was directly over his head. He dropped to the ground, covering his head, and received a stab in the butt for his trouble. His world went dark.
Back at the house, Henry was screaming at the top of his lungs. All of his favorite people were gone, and he was left with this strange old man who didn't seem to want to be around him either. His tummy was hurting and he was hungry.
"Stop this right now, young man," the Doctor scolded him. He didn't listen and didn't care. "You listen to me. We're both very unhappy. I want Jamie and Zoe back as much as you do, but I can't get anything done until you be quiet." Henry kept crying and the Doctor sighed. "Are you even saying anything, or are you just wailing?"
He held Henry tight against his side and went over to the window. With the TARDIS scanner picking up so many little readings, he expected there to be something visually out of place, but there was nothing. Just a very large and well-tended garden.
"What do you think, Henry?" he asked, looking at the child. The babe whimpered. "I know, I know," the Doctor said quickly. "You just want food. Why are humans always so preoccupied with eating?"
He wanted to go rummage about in the bushes looking for clues, but he had to consider little Henry and how much trouble it would be to lug him around everywhere. Still, a short walk in the garden wouldn't be too difficult to manage. The Doctor went through the kitchen to the back door. It opened onto a little path through the garden.
Cautiously, the Doctor leaned his head out and looked all around. He had an acute sense that there was danger nearby, so he retreated into the house again, both arms wrapped protectively around Henry.
"Back into the TARDIS," he said. "Maybe we can find discover something new." He took Henry in with him and leaned over the scanner. Henry made a few gurgling noises.
"What's that? Oh, yes, I know, bigger on the inside," the Doctor turned his attention back to the scanner. There had been another flare, three minutes ago.
"This is impossible," he said, looking at Henry. "I can't get anything done here with you screaming at me, and I really need to be out there, finding Jamie and Zoe. Something bad has become of them, I'm sure of it."
The Doctor went into the TARDIS closet and found what he was looking for between an Aztec ceremonial dress and a furry Russian cap. It was a long pink scarf that was also very wide and made of a thin but durable linen.
"Sit here," he told the still crying Henry, setting him down in a basket of linens. He slid the scarf up under Henry's bottom and then wrapped it around his own neck and back, crossing it several times until he had a papoose. "Much better," he said. "Now, we're going out."