"Can it get in?" Chloe asked, worried.
"Hopefully not," Herbreas replied, "We don't know."
"Why don't you know?!"
"It's never stopped."
It was Jack's turn to ask the questions. "Do you know if that's good?"
"We don't know."
"Then I suggest we do my plan," the Doctor said as he crouched down to his make-do machine.
"By the way," River suddenly stated, noticing the fez, "Who gave him the fez?"
Chloe could sense that the Doctor's wife wasn't exactly happy about her husband's choice of hat. "That was him," she answered, pointing to Jack who nudged her.
River accusingly pointed at Jack. "Don't encourage him!"
Chloe chuckled as Jack dutifully nodded in reply, then twisted on her heel and walked to the Doctor. "Need any help?" She asked as she crouched next to him.
The Time Lord scoffed, "I doubt you'd be able to."
"I helped out at Torchwood since I was little. I'll know at least a bit about it. So, what are you trying to do?"
The Doctor thought for a moment. "I'm not entirely sure. Just trying to fix this. Any ideas?"
"Except talking to it? No. It looks like a...blob, though. If that helps."
"A blob?!"
"Yeah."
"Did it have teeth?"
"None that I could see. It was just so strange."
The Doctor hummed, thinking through it all. He knew there was a link somewhere, but he couldn't find it. The Time Lord's mind was scrambled. It didn't much help that he could hear River and Jack flirting with each other. He fixed his bow tie; that usually used to help him think, but it just made him more sad. He had always been uselessly trying to convince Amy that bow ties were cool, but she was never convinced. It made him smile. A bow tie wearing alien. His thoughts were interrupted by Chloe whacking him on the head with her sonic and asking him if he was alright. "Of course I am!" He retorted.
Chloe begged to differ. She knew it could be hard to take it all in. She suddenly frowned then turned to Jack. "Jack, able to help?"
"With what?" Jack asked, his eyes still fixed on River and his cheeky grin not leaving his face.
"The creature type thing," Chloe prompted, "Did you notice anything?"
"Well, it has eyes."
Chloe looked at the Doctor who just gave her a thoughtful look in reply, then smiled. He jumped up and walked to River. "I think you can be very helpful in this case," he stated, grinning.
River raised her eyebrows at him, "Really?"
"Yes, because Jack doesn't have a working vortex manipulator and I don't carry a gun."
His wife pursed her lips. "Where's this going?"
"Gun, vortex manipulator, you, alien's eye, easy," he said in a singsong.
"That creature is incredibly fast, what's so easy about it?"
"Vortex manipulator."
"It may not make any difference."
"You'll still be safe. Vortex manipulator."
"You called the vortex manipulator a space hopper compared to the TARDIS which you called a sports car," Jack pointed out. River raised her eyebrows as the Doctor hopelessly stuttered, and the entire scene just made Chloe snigger.
"A space hopper?" River mused.
"Compared to the TARDIS, yes," the Doctor said, "Your a child of the TARDIS, you must understand."
"Oh, I do, but it's not any good insulting it!" She whacked the top of the fez, making it cover the Doctor's eyes.
"Ow!" He yelled, replacing the fez on his all too healthy head of hair and giving her a frown, "Would you just hurry before it changes its mind?!"
"Chloe."
Chloe nodded at her, whipped out her sonic, pointed it upwards and activated it before reading off it the numbers River needed.
"Thank you." River typed in the numbers on her vortex manipulator and then looked at her husband. "Here I go."
"Good luck," the Doctor said, a genuine tone in his voice.
"I don't think I need luck, but thank you!"
With that, she pressed a button and disappeared within an instant.