Felix climbed a stairwell; it seemed as good a place to start as any. The house was so big- and so grand- he was certain he could spend an entire day searching and not see even half of the rooms. He ascended to the second floor, trying to take in every painting and piece of scenery as he could along the way. He had travelled back in time, he didn't want to miss anything.
He passed some servants along the way- he tried hard not to think of them as 'other servants'- and they regarded him critically, but Felix used a piece of advice that Narrath had given him about blending in: if someone is staring at you, stare right back and seem disgusted. They'll then look down, ashamed.
Felix looked up and down the corridor- any or all of the rooms could be bedrooms, if indeed this guy was even in his bedroom, and no indication that he was on the right floor or even in the right wing of the house. He decided he would just have to wing it- he opened a door at random and the room was empty.
He tried another; the same.
In the third, he came across two butlers canoodling and decided to leave them to it.
In the fourth, the Jarofvex leapt out at him

The Doctor and Jane were shown into the living room, and Cassandra cleared her throat to get the room's attention.
"My esteemed acquaintances, I am so very pleased to announce the return of one of my firmest friends to Bixby Manor. Miss Jane Austen." Here she reached out and took Jane's reluctant hand in hers, "I was for the longest time afraid that Jane would never see the truth about companionship and affection. That she would be forever cut off from the warmest aspects of humankind. But today she has shown me that anyone can find love and that none are beyond hope. So please, friends, greet the future Mrs. John Disco."
Jane's smile had become very fixed as the card players all stood up and came up to make her acquaintance one by one. Mrs. Ape took particular delight in shaking her hand and saying, in a grating American accent, "Well now, at last you can finally put to rest all that dreadful writing. A married woman needn't concern herself with keeping up with her friends, after all- she has her husband to fill her world."
"The world must be so small a place for you, Mrs. Ape." Jane responded, with all the civility she could manage. The puritan raised an eyebrow but didn't respond, instead moving back to the table and resuming her game.
"But, Cassandra," Jane pressed, "where is your husband? I so wish to see your world."
"Oh, he is upstairs," Cassandra replied, "Eating. He has a most peculiar palette."

"I smell metal," The Jarofvex intoned happily, "Metal and...electricity."
It seemed to have been waiting for Felix behind the door. It had leapt on him the second he turned the knob, knocking him to the floor and pinning him there with its right arm. It took a deep breath in through its bizarre snout. It was sniffing him.
The Doctor had been right, it looked a lot like a mole. But with terrible, wide eyes. It was covered in dark brown fuzz and had a triangular, sloping snout with thick, white, squirming bristles coming off. Its limbs were incredibly long, three of the four ending in finely-honed claws, and they seemed to curve rather than bend. Its left arm was made of shiny, chrome metal and had no digits, just one, horrific point.
"Metal, metal, metal," it half-sang, "Will you give it to me?" The Jarofvex asked, flashing its horrid metal teeth in a grotesque parody of a smile, "If you do, I won't have to pluck it from you. Pluck, pluck, pluck." As it repeated this word, the metal in its arm quivered and danced, splitting into tendrils and then reforming.
"You mean this?" Felix asked, gasping because of the creature's foul breath. He pulled his old nokia phone out of his pocket.
"No!" The Jarofvex wailed, putting more weight against Felix's chest, its metal arm distorting and flexing. "Not that piece of junk, you luddite!" It snarled at him and then its eyes travelled to the ring on Felix's finger, on seeing its eyes somehow expanded even more, its whiskers bristled and the metal arm shivered with delight. "That little beauty." It supped the air and grinned, "So much energy, so much power."
"Never!"
"Then pluck, pluck." The Jarofvex raised its metallic limb, which took the form of a sharp blade. Before it could strike, Felix smashed his nokia into the Jarofvex's whiskers.
It yelped and fell to the side, and he jumped up and bolted down the stairs, calling behind him "Pluck you!"