Pastimes
"Okay," the Doctor whispered. "Get ready to run." He stretched out his hand for the small white button.
Jack clamped a hand onto the Time Lord's arm. "Are you sure you want to do this? It could be dangerous."
The Doctor gave him a reassuring smile. "Danger is my middle name," he pointed out, before frowning. "Actually, it's incorrigible, but never mind that." He wiggled his over-active fingers. "It's time to do it."
Jack nodded resolutely, and took a step back. "Do what you have to do."
The Doctor took a deep breath, and pushed the small white button.
Ding Dong.
"Run!" the Doctor cried, grabbing Jack by the arm, and pulling him down the garden path.
"Of all the pastimes you could have," Jack muttered under his breath, "it just had to be ringing doorbells then running away."
