The Doctor and Rose were woken the next morning by someone at the door.

"Is that our first visitor?" Rose said, rubbing her eyes, as the Doctor got out of bed and pulled on his dressing-gown.

"I believe so." He threw her hers. "Let's see what they want."

He opened the door to see a Llosphenarian in official-looking uniform holding a clipboard. "Good morning," the visitor said briskly. "Doctor Tyler?"

"Yes," the Doctor said. Rose, in her own dressing-gown, appeared beside him.

"I'm Racsi from Plugz Electronicz. I understand you subscribed to our Basic Package yesterday."

"If you're trying to sell us an upgrade—" Rose began, sounding annoyed, but Racsi shook his head quickly.

"No, no, no. And I'm not conducting a customer survey either. No, I'm delivering a replacement set." He gestured downwards, at a cardboard box. "We've had to replace a batch recently and we discovered you took one of the faulty ones by mistake. And since Plugz Electronicz cares about customer satisfaction, I've come to bring the working one to you. We don't sit and wait for the customer to complain." He gave a forced, toothy grin.

"We haven't noticed anything wrong with it," the Doctor said.

"Channels Eight through to Seventeen aren't working in the faulty ones," Racsi said. "You can try if you want to make sure."

Rose went over to the television, turned it on and began channel-hopping. "He's right," she said. "There's just fuzz."

"All right, then," the Doctor said. "Do you want the faulty one back?"

"Yes, please. Could I also see your ID? I'm not supposed to leave a set without confirming identity first."

"Yeah. Rose," the Doctor said, "could you pass me my ID?"

After a moment she came back to the doorway and handed him the psychic paper, which he flashed at Racsi. "All right?"

"Yes, excellent. If you could just sign here, then, and I'll swap your sets over."

The Doctor kept an eye on Racsi while he worked, but he seemed genuine. The installation only took a few minutes and then the Plugz worker made tracks.

"Sorry to disturb you so early," he added, glancing at their dressing-gowns. "I would have come later, myself, but my boss insisted—doesn't like getting customer complaints. Anyway … good day to you both, Dr Tyler, Mrs Tyler."

"Oh, we're not ..." Rose began, but he was already out of earshot.

The Doctor took a quick peek at the psychic paper suspiciously, just in time to see the words Dr and Mrs Tyler disappear.

That was a new one. Why had it done that?

He quickly pocketed it before Rose could spot him staring at it and wonder why. If the psychic paper had been telling people they were married—that could explain a lot. Although he still couldn't work out what he could have directed at it that got confused in transit. It was smarter than to get confused just from their same surnames.

It couldn't be that somewhere in the Doctor's subconscious had actually made this happen? He would never admit aloud that he wanted Rose in that way, but ... well, maybe this was the psychic paper's way of giving him a kick in the backside.

"Ha," Rose said, oblivious to his internal confusion. "All the channels are working. Channel Twelve looks interesting."

It was her day off work, and whilst she seemed to be back to normal, the Doctor couldn't quite bring himself to leave her yet. He made breakfast and they curled up together to watch for a while, before a really bad soap started and they turned it off.