After putting Kiam to bed, the Doctor returned to the living room. Laughing and joking with John, Craig and Sophie, he finished a bottle of wine off himself and was well into the second, before John hid it from him. Bidding everyone goodnight, John put the Doctor over his shoulder and carried him into his room.

"Why do I want to scale the coral, John," The Doctor slurred.

"Because you are drunk, now go to sleep." John replied helping him take off his jacket and get settled on the floor, as their contraption and Kiam was taking up the bed.

"I don't need to sleep. I have to much energy." To prove his point, he tried to jump up and instead tangled his legs in the blanket and slammed to the ground. "Ow," he whimpered. John laughed himself to tears as he helped the Time Lord untangle himself and lay down again.

"Going to sleep now."

"I miss Rose," he started to sob.

"I know," John sat down next to him and gently started to stroke his hair. "We will get her back, you just need to be patient a little bit longer okay?" The Doctor nodded. "Now, be quiet and get some sleep and we will see if the scanner works in the morning."

"Then we can get Rose back and I can climb the coral." He slurred happily as his eyes drifted closed. When he awoke only a few hours later, John was still awake adding finishing touches to the scanner. He looked over to see Kiam, on a pile of blankets, sleeping soundly next to him.

"You are annoying drunk. It's a wonder Rose ever agreed to sleep with you." John smiled and looked down at him. "How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts," he moaned.

"Not surprising, there's a glass of water behind you." John turned his attention back to his work. The Doctor stood slowly and took the glass of water. Sipping it slowly he turned to John.

"Is it ready?" He asked him and John nodded.

"Rose you there," He asked into his earpiece.

"No where else to go," she responded.

"Right. Shield's up. Let's scan." John said. John flicked a switch and the contraption began to spin.

"What are you getting?" Rose asked curiously.

Upstairs. No traces of high technology. Totally normal?" He said disappointed. "No, it can't be."

"It's too normal." John agreed.

"Only for you two could too normal be a problem." Rose huffed. "You said I could be lost forever. Just go upstairs."

"Without knowing and get myself killed? Then you really are lost. If I could just get a look in there. Hold on. Use the data bank. Get me the plans of this building. I want to know its history, the layout, everything. Meanwhile, I shall recruit a spy." He tells her.

-DW-

The next morning, he was up bright and early before anyone else. After showering he decided that it would be a good idea to make everyone breakfast.

Kiam and John sat at the table eating as he made up a tray for Craig.

"It is not normal to bring your flatmate breakfast in bed." John said helping himself to another slice of bacon.

"I want breakfast in bed," Kiam pouted.

"Another time." The Doctor said picking up the tray and carrying it towards Craig's room. "Craig? Craig? Breakfast." He said as he opened the door slowly. "It's normal."

"It's not," John snickered. The Doctor glared at him as he pushed the door open. Seeing Craig sweaty and not moving on the bed, he quickly set the tray down and rushed over to him. He grabbed his arm and turned it over to reveal black veins snaking up his arm.

"Craig. I told you not to touch it. Look, what's that?" He scolded Craig. "It's an unfamiliar and obviously poisonous substance. Oh, I know what'd be really clever, I'll stick my hand in it."

"John," He called out. "He touched the substance."

"I'm on it," John called back.

"Come on, Craig, breathe." He hits Craig squarely in the chest several times before Craig takes a gasping breath. John comes rushing into the room holding a teapot and hands it to the Doctor.

"Stay back Kiam," The Doctor warns as, Kiam pokes his head around John's legs. He takes the teapot and puts the tip at Craig's mouth pouring some directly in.

"I've got to go to work." Craig moans as he starts to wake up.

"On no account. You need rest." He tells Craig soothingly as he tips the teapot up again. "One more."

"It's the planning meeting. It's important."

"You're important. You're going to be fine, Craig." He says softly and covers Craig back up as he falls asleep. Leaving the room and closing the door behind him, he turns to John.

"Can you take Kiam for the day?" He asks.

"Not a problem, where are you going?"

"I'm going to work." He grinned happily.

He goes to work at the call center and finds the work quite enjoyable as he eats Jammy Dodgers and drinks tea as he speaks on the phone. Craig shows up at one point and he sends him back to bed as he continues to take care of his job. When they return home in the evening, he is happy to see a cat coming down the stairs.

"Have you been upstairs?" He asked the cat happily. "Yes!" He smiled brightly as he sat down next to the cat on the stairs.

"You can't talk to animals." John stated.

"Course I can, I can also talk to babies now," He told John.

"Why?"

"Why not?" He shrugged before turning his attention back to the cat and placing both of his hands on the cats head, stroking his fur. "You can do it. Show me what's up there? What's behind that door?"

"Come on Kiam, let's get you some supper." He said placing his hand on Kiam's back and gently leading him into the flat.

Ignoring them, he continued his conversation. "Try to show me. Oh, but that doesn't make sense. Ever see anyone go up there? Lots of people? Good, good. What kind of people?"

The cat meows at him. "People who never came back down. Oh, that's bad. That's very bad." He says scratching the cat's ears absentmindedly. The door to the flat opened again and he looked up to see Craig standing there. "Oh, hello."

"I can't take this any more. I want you to go." Craig stated firmly, holding the brown paper bag the Doctor arrived with. "You can have this back and all."

He opened the bag and looked inside to see the money he gave Craig. Dropping the bag on the ground he turned to him. "What have I done?" He asked.

"For a start, talking to a cat." Craig said.

"Lots of people talk to cats." He said casually following Craig back into the flat and turned his head to John, who was helping Kiam get his coat back on. Thank you, he mouthed as John took Kiam out front to play.

"And everybody loves you, and you're better at football than me, and my job, and now Sophie's all oh, monkeys, monkeys, and then there's that." John stormed to the Doctor's room and threw open the door.

"It's art. A statement on modern society," He remarked.

"The three of us, it's not going to work out. You've only been here three days. These have been the three weirdest days of my life." Craig stated shaking his head.

"Your days will get a lot weirder if I go." He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.

"It was good weirdness. It's not, it's bad weird. I can't do this any more."

"Craig, I can't leave this place. I'm like you, I can't see the point of anywhere else. I have to stay." He tries not to let the desperation he is feeling come out in his voice, but it is getting harder.

"No, you don't. You have to leave." Craig says firmly.

"I can't go." He says again.

"Just get out!" Craig points towards the door.

"Right. I'm going to show you something, but shush. Really, shush. Oh, I am going to regret this." He winces as he thinks of the quickest way to transfer information. "Okay, right. First, general background." He says as he grabs Craig's head and firmly headbutts it.

"OW," They both cry out as the information is transferred.

"You're both..."

"Yes." He agrees interrupting him.

"From..."

"Shush." He hisses. "Eleventh. Right. Okay, specific detail." He says as he headbutts Craig again.

"You saw my ad in the paper shop window." Craig says accusingly.

"Yes, with this right above it. Which is odd, because Rose hasn't written it yet." He tells Craig and holds up Rose's note. "Time travel. It can happen."