He turned another few buttons and reached for the last one. It was a simple, straight line that would take the water the very last leg of the journey to the lock. He reached over to turn it and----it recessed into the wall, along with half a dozen other buttons, all of those not yet used.
"No!" the Doctor cried. "No, no, no! That's the last one! It's the one we need!"
Not good. "Fine. We improvise. We're good at that, right?" He fumbled in his pockets, eventually producing the psychic paper again. He held the end of it to the running water, and the other to the lock.
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He turned another few buttons and reached for the last one. It was a simple, straight line that would take the water the very last leg of the journey to the lock. He reached over to turn it and----it recessed into the wall, along with half a dozen other buttons, all of those not yet used.
"No!" the Doctor cried. "No, no, no! That's the last one! It's the one we need!"
Not good. "Fine. We improvise. We're good at that, right?" He fumbled in his pockets, eventually producing the psychic paper again. He held the end of it to the running water, and the other to the lock.
"I hope this works."