"I do, actually," the Doctor replied, brightening at the change of subject. Deep down, he knew this entire situation could mean nothing but some sort of immenent disaster, and was aware that he should probably feel a good deal more worried than he currently was. But for the moment, he was glad to move on to something he could understand, for the most part.

He opened the door a bit wider, deciding it was safe now that the person knocking had proved not to be another confused roomservice worker, and motioned for his double to come inside. His nearly identical timey-wimey detector lay motionless on the coffee table, and as he picked it up to compare it to the other, he was once again struck with the feeling that something was terribly, horribly wrong.

"Yours is bigger than mine!"