The Doctors did not seem to want to sleep so they stayed up and conversed about the situation they had found themselves in. Problem was, no matter how soft they kept their voices, it was still a small room and Jamie could hear every word. Bill came in at one point and asked her Doctor for the sonic screwdriver. Jamie kicked them all out shortly afterwards.

He woke up earlier than he usually did, and found the Doctors in the inn's lobby. The hours that had passed had changed their conversation from the webs in the tunnels to something about Sumerian cuneiform and the price of copper. Jamie was pleased to see something that resembled tattie scones on a small table laid out covered in different types of breakfast foods.

"G'morning," he said, words muffled from the scone.

"Good morning, Jamie," Two smiled. "How was your rest?"

"It's always rough the first night somewhere, but I expect if we're here longer I'll be better." He poked Two affectionately. "Especially if I can ever get some peace and quiet!"

The Doctor had the audacity to not look ashamed. "I'm quiet as a mouse!"

"He's not," said a new voice. Jamie turned to see Bill enter, hair dishevelled and rubbing her eyes.

"'He's not?'" Twelve raised his eyebrow at his young student. Bill shrugged nonchalantly.

"I can hear you from the other side of the TARDIS. Sometimes I wonder how Nardole doesn't pick up that you've left when it all suddenly becomes quiet."

Jamie snorted, but quickly covered it with another bit of his scone. Bill was fun. "Who's Nardole?"

"The babysitter," the other team deadpanned in unison. Two's face suddenly drained of its smile and color and he looked sharply at Twelve, who caught his eye and shook his head subtly, which Jamie thought odd. Still, Jamie had something else on his mind.

"Where's Zoe?" he asked, walking to stand next to Bill.

"She's sleeping. I didn't want to disturb her. It took her a bit to go to sleep. Might have been my fault, though, since I had the screwdriver buzzing all night so I wouldn't get focused on the refrigerator noises. I'll make it up to her." Bill's eyebrows scrunched together in worry. "What are you doing?"

Jamie pondered the question. "Now, or…?"

"After breakfast."

He shrugged. "I want to go back to the tunnels. Mr Mayor wasn't that helpful," he spat. "I want to know if there's anything we can do to help."

As if by one mind, the two companions turned back towards the Doctors, who were now back in deep conversation.

"I think we can just go," Bill suggested.

The trek back to the hill where the tunnel exit had left them was just as deserted as the last time they had made it, though the early morning hours were more likely to be the cause this time. It was nice and brisk and reminded Jamie of home. Almost. He felt bad when he saw Bill shivering in the morning mist and offered her his vest. She politely declined, stating that the sun just needed to get here and then she would be fine.

"You wouldn't have an idea of what we're looking for?" asked Bill. Jamie shook his head and leaned in conspiratorially.

"I figure there's got to be something, though. Mr What's-his-name's just too daft to see it. We'll just do what the Doctor does: stick our heads in, rummage around, and find the problem before lunch."

Bill grinned. "I guess our Doctors aren't too different, huh?" Jamie returned the smile, hauled the tunnel's access hatch open, and clambered down.

Thank goodness Bill still had the sonic screwdriver. The light was small, but at least it was there, and they were able to use it to navigate around the webs. There was still something pinging in the back of Jamie's brain. He knew this. But I can't! He told himself. How can I recognise something from a place I've never been to before?

He realized he had zoned out when Bill grabbed him suddenly by the shoulders and pulled him back a few steps, turning off the screwdriver at the same time.

"What?" he whispered.

"I heard something," she hissed. The two companions stood in silence. After a few moments, Jamie heard what Bill had: footsteps trying and failing to be quiet. They poked their heads around a bend in the tunnels, and Jamie saw a group of people dressed in uniforms. The short, bug-eyed man that had greeted the travellers at Watts Court was leading. He was giving instructions, but his voice was too quiet to reach them, but he did not seem to give any indication that they had been noticed. As the patrol disappeared into the tunnels, Jamie and Bill shared a glance. That was close.

Neither were Zoe but both were adept at navigating spaces-otherwise, they may have gotten lost. For a moment, Jamie had thought so, because while he was sure they were back in the area where they had encountered the dead woman, her body was gone.

"Maybe the mayor's men picked her up?" he suggested, but Bill squatted, examined the floor, and said, "They couldn't have. The floor's pretty clean, for being full of dirt anyway. That lot would have left footprints all over, but there's nothing here. Not even what we left yesterday. Oh, hang on…"

She reached out for something Jamie had not initially noticed in the dim light and stood back up. It was small and round, and when she handed it to him for a better look, he nearly dropped it in shock.

A Thighearna, fòir orm.

It was a statue of a Yeti.