Anne Droid blows away another weak link, and Rose asks Rodrick why he voted for this latest: "I want to keep you in! You're stupid! You don't even know the Princess Vossaheen's surname. When it comes to the final, I want to be up against you. So that you get disintegrated, and I get a stack-load of credits. Courtesy of the Bad Wolf Corporation." A voice announces solar interference for the next few minutes, which explains the paragraph following this one, which took me forever to work out. Rose thinks hard and has a bunch of flashbacks about previous episodes: "If the Bad Wolf is in charge of this quiz, then...maybe I'm not here by mistake. Someone's been planning this."

Big Brother is very unhappy with the destruction of house equipment. "The Doctor, you've broken House Rules." I love calling him "The Doctor" like it's his first name. The Doctor gets evicted, and runs to the door with a leap and a skip. Lynda worries for him, but Strood's murmuring that the Doctor's probably a plant brought in for drama. A voice tells the Doctor to leave the Big Brother house. The Doctor steps into the white room as Strood heads back to watch the eviction onscreen, but Lynda stays at the door, to keep the Doctor in her sights. When he's gone, shouting madly about getting himself disintegrated, Lynda shakes her head. Nothing at all happens to the Doctor, and our programmer friends on Floor 500 argue that he's going to die a mystery. Back in the white room, Big Brother counts down to eviction, but nothing happens. "Someone brought me into this game. If they'd wanted me dead, they could've transmatted me into a volcano," rants the Doctor, because he doesn't understand that he's talking about two different agencies there: the one that brought him there to die, and the one that saved him. And that they look terribly, horribly similar.

As the Doctor sonics the outer lock open, Lynda opens the inside door and pops her head in. "Come with me," the Doctor asks her, over the whines of Strood back on the couch. "Stay in there, you've got a fifty-fifty chance of disintegration. Stay with me, I promise I'll get you out alive. Come on!" She can't be blamed for not assuming he's right about all of it. The Doctor pleads: "Lynda, you're sweet. From what I've seen of your world, do you think anyone votes for sweet?" Valid. He holds out his hand to her, and they streak out of the white room, and into the real world: Floor 56, Satellite Five.