The dinosaur roared and the Doctor stood up from his chalk work on the floor to listen to its laments.
He walked to the door and opened it. "Door. Boring. Not me." He closed the door as he turned and strode to the window. He opened the window and stuck his head out, looking out at the wide, night sky. "Me!" he exclaimed excitedly.
He climbed onto the window sill and felt the air. His mind was a mess, but he thought it would work. He jumped out the window and spiraled to the ground. He caught the air just in time and flew back up. He flapped his arms and flew above the rooftops in his nightgown.
He flew toward the dinosaur in the Thames and waved his arms, trying to get its attention. "Oi! Oi! Oi, big, sexy woman! Oi! Sorry. Sorry, it's all my fault. My time machine got stuck in your throat! It happens. I brought you along by accident, that's mostly how I meet girls, but don't worry, I promise I will get you home! I swear, whatever it takes, I will keep you safe! You will be at home again!"
The dinosaur suddenly burst into flames and roared in pain.
"Stop that. Who's doing that? No, don't do that," the Doctor said, horrified.
His rocket boots didn't seem to be working yet. He flapped his arms to fly faster, but he knew he was too late. He watched helplessly as the dinosaur collapsed with a moan. He felt the air slipping away from him and flapped his arms, struggling to keep from descending. He caught the air again and flew back up. His rocket boots finally kicked in and he blasted toward the Thames. The rocket boots cut out again, but at least he still had the momentum. He dove toward the dinosaur, but realized it was still.
He floated gently over the bridge and over the railing, looking down at the beautiful creature's body as the flames died out. "Sorry, sorry. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry."
A carriage rode over the bridge and stopped. People climbed out and the Doctor recognized the asking-questions voice.
"The Doctor! What's he doing here?"
The green one locked the carriage like a twenty-first century vehicle. "There is trouble. Where else would he be?" she answered.
"She was scared," the Doctor said sadly, "She was scared and alone. I brought her here and look what they did."
"Who or what could have done this thing?" the green one asked.
"No," the Doctor said.
"I'm sorry?" the green one said.
"No. That is not the question," the Doctor said, turning around and flying up to the bridge, "That is not where we start."
"The question is how," Strax asserted, "The flesh itself has been combusted-."
"No, no, shut up! What do you all have for brains, pudding?" the Doctor growled, landing on the ledge of the bridge, "Look at you. Why can't I meet a decent species? Planet of the pudding-brains!"
Clara approached the Doctor. "Doctor . . . I know you're upset, but you need to calm down and talk to us. What is the question?"
"A dinosaur is burning in the heart of London. Nothing left but smoke and flame. The question is . . . have there been any similar murders?"
"Yes," Vastra realized, "Yes, by the goddess, there have!"
The Doctor looked disdainfully at the people on the embankment, talking excitedly among themselves about the dinosaur. "Look at them all, gawking! Question two. If all the pudding-brains are gawking . . . then what is he?" The Doctor pointed to an entirely emotionless man, turning and walking away from the sight.
"He seems remarkably unmoved by the available spectacle," Vastra said.
Clara turned away from the Doctor to talk to Vastra, but her voice faded into the background. The Doctor looked over the water. There had been a murder. The Doctor took up the case. His feet rose off the ground. His mind was new and fresh. No more messing around. His mind was focused with pinpoint precision. He leaned forward, raising his arms. He pumped his arms and blasted his rocket boots, shooting into the night.
"Give me your coat," the Doctor ordered.
"No," the tramp refused, unsettled and frightened by the Doctor's behavior.
"I'm cold," the Doctor explained frustratedly.
"I'm cold," the tramp insisted.
"I'm cold," the Doctor said, advancing on the tramp, "Well, there's no point in us both being cold, give me your coat. Give me your coat!" he growled.
He reached out to grab the coat. It seemed to flutter as his fingertips drew near, but the tramp backed away.
"No, wait," the Doctor said, suddenly losing interest, "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" he said, turning away and scanning the alley again, "I missed something. It was here, it was here. It was . . . What was it I saw, what did I see?"