The Doctor had fared no better on his side, everyone rather annoyed by the lanky, wide-grinning man at the other end of the door. When Maria called him over, he darted away from an older woman in some form of pink negligee that was asking him to help her with her "distress".

"Well, they could be sleeping," he said, "But then again..."

He pulled out his sonic screwdriver.

"Think we should have a backup excuse if they are in there?"