The Doctor presses another button, and a door opens behind them, leading to the eighteenth century: the fireplace from before, walls, floors: "There's something you don't see in your average spaceship. Eighteenth century! French! Nice mantel." The Doctor sonics the fireplace -- not a hologram -- and examines it closely as Mickey and Rose wander around. The Doctor is amazed that it's real -- and double-sided: "There's another room through there." Nearby, on the same wall, is a porthole, through which Rose can see space and the outer edge of the ship. The Doctor crouches, looking through the fire into the opposite room. There's a young girl with blonde hair, in her nightgown, staring back. "Hello!" he says, and she replies in a polite fashion. "What's your name?" Reinette. "Reinette, that's a lovely name. Can you tell me where you are at the moment, Reinette?" She looks at him suspiciously, because she's in her bedroom. "And where's your bedroom? Where do you live, Reinette?" Paris, of course: "Monsieur, what are you doing in my fireplace?" The Doctor stutters: "Just a routine fire check. Can you tell me what year it is?" Of course she can: it's 1727. She is seven years old. "Right, lovely! One of my favorites. August is rubbish, though. Stay indoors." He wraps up quickly and says goodnight, and she bids him a good evening.
Episode Report CardJacob Clifton: A+ | 1607 USERS: B-
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