Nancy asks the Doctor why he followed her, and what he wants. "I want to know how a phone that isn't a phone gets a phone call," he admits, and says that Nancy seems the be in the know. Nancy: "I did you a favor: I told you not to answer it, that's all I'm telling you." Their accents sound really neat together. He thanks her kindly and says he's also looking for a blonde in a Union Jack: "I mean a specific one -- I didn't just wake up this morning with a craving." The kids laugh; Nancy is scandalized, and takes away the Doctor's plate. He gets all indignant, and she says he took two slices, and the kids laugh. Nancy: "No blondes. No flags. Anything else before you leave?" Feeling a bit shut out of the orphan club -- I'd like to see the Doctor with kids more; there's a light in him that I'd like to see more of -- he gets a bit shirty: "Yeah, there is, actually; thanks for asking. Something I've been looking for -- would've fallen from the sky about a month ago, but not a bomb." He pulls out a notepad, but he didn't really need to; Nancy's face says it all. The Doctor: "Not the usual kind, anyway. Wouldn't have exploded...just buried itself in the ground somewhere." He sketches a tube, not a lot of detail, so it's like, have you ever seen a cylinder? Nancy stares, they all stare, she says nothing. There's a knock at the window.
"Mummy? Are you in there, Mummy?" The Doctor goes to the window and pulls the curtain, revealing the child there, knocking: "Mummy?" Nancy gets an urgency: "Who was the last one in?" Ernie points to the Doctor, but Nancy knows somehow that he came in the back: "Who came in the front?" I think it was the new boy, I'm not sure. She's like, "Did you close the door?" several times, and he doesn't know, and outside the door, you can see the shadow. "Mummy? Mummy?" Nancy runs down the hall and bolts the door, and then backs away, staring and terrified. The Doctor stands behind her, looking at the shadow with deep concern: "What's this, then? It's never easy being the only child left out in the cold, you know." Oh. Yeah. Well, about that -- sorry, but he's not the one you're meant to be identifying with. "I suppose you'd know," Nancy snots, and the Doctor smiles pleasantly, a smile that has a world of hurt behind it. Several worlds, I guess: "I do actually, yes." Nancy, so fight-or-flight: "It's not exactly a child." What I don't get is: clearly. I get that calling for Mummy is a lot like "Pity the Gelth," and that the Doctor always has a helping hand ready for any horrible beast in need, but...there has never been anything creepier than this, right, besides "The Greatest Show In The Galaxy," so he should know better. Creepy things rarely turn out very awesome. He calls out again, and she pushes past the Doctor, who stares at the child. Nancy marshals the kids, helping one little girl with her jacket: "You've got to go. Okay? It's just like a game. Just like chasing." She sends them out, and the Doctor watches them go, the little boy still calling outside. The Doctor steps toward the door.