Graham stared at the devastation before him, uncertain if what he was seeing was real or a lingering, waking dream. The kitchen of the alien hotel suite was not as he had left it last night; surely he would have remembered if the cooker spewed wires across the length of the room, if unidentifiable metallic things were scattered across the floor, almost completely covering the tiles, and if the counters were bare of all the appliances that were there when they had investigated the room the evening before. There was even some sort of goo dripping down one of the walls.
In the middle of it all was the Doctor, goggles perched atop her head and sonic screwdriver in hand, grinning madly at him as if she hadn't dismantled other people's property in the middle of the night. How much would fixing this cost?!
"Mornin' Graham!"
"Why?" was the single word that tumbled unbidden from his lips.
"Got bored waiting for you lot. You sleep for far too long."
Graham couldn't cope with this, still half asleep. He wasn't sure he would know what to do even if he was fully awake. Perhaps if he went back to bed the Doctor would have it all fixed by the time the others woke up.
Wordlessly he turned his back on the Doctor's mess and stumbled back to his bedroom, and tried to forget the sight he had just seen.