"You wanna make a family. But you can't stay in this child. It's wrong. You can't steal any more friends for yourself." Chloe sobs: "I am alone." Her dad gets to thumping again in the closet like a coming storm: "I'm coming to hurt you!" Like the end of playtime. Chloe shakes and trembles weirdly, her face perfectly impassive. The door begins to pound: "I'm coming." Whether you're done playing or not. The Doctor asks Trish how she calms her daughter down: "Chloe's having a seizure. When she has nightmares, what do you do?" She sings. He motions her to the bedside and tells her to start singing, even as the hellish shouts continue, from the other side of the door. It's a favorite of mine: "Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree, merry merry king of the bush is he..." Chloe's dad calls her name from the wardrobe, over and over, louder and louder. Trish strokes her daughter's hair and continues to sing: "Laugh, Kookaburra, laugh, Kookaburra, gay your life must be." Eventually, the banging and shouting subside. You create your own undoing: it's nothing less than the things you haven't let go yet, coming back to get you. Chloe sleeps. Trish weeps, ashamed: "He came to her because she was lonely...Chloe, I'm sorry..." She buries her head in Chloe's shoulder, sobbing.
Trish grabs all the pencils from around the house, explaining again that Chloe usually got the brunt of her father's temper: "When he'd had a drink. The day he crashed the car, I thought we were free..." Rose hands her a bunch of pencils. "I thought it was over," adds Trish. Rose asks if they ever talked about it, and Trish admits she didn't want to: "Maybe that's why Chloe feels so alone, because she has all these terrible dreams about her dad, but she can't talk to you about them," says Dr. Rose. The Doctor describes Chloe and the Isolus again as "two lonely kids who need each other." Which is the usual out he gives alien threats, but it's kind of stagnant this time. Kinda sour. "And it won't stop, will it, Doctor? It'll just keep pulling kids in." Jackie. Mickey. LINDA. "It's desperate to be loved. It's used to a pretty big family." Rose asks how big: "Say around...four billion?" Rose and Trish go quiet at this; Rose looks at the TV. The Olympiad.
Upstairs, Chloe's watching. "The queues started a week ago for those desperate enough to be inside, although lots of them expected a capacity crowd of eighty thousand..." There's another sound from the wardrobe; Chloe jumps and then stands up.