Chloe is alone in her bedroom, bitching at her pictures: "I've given you friends and you still moan. Moan, moan, moan. You're lucky. You're all together. You don't know what it is to be alone. If you did, you'd be thanking me." Sad children's faces stare down at her from all over the room. She huffs and puffs and grabs some paper, breaking a pencil off. "No!" She scribbles on the paper, annoyed.
Lewis goes looking on her own, and ends up in a deserted dead end. There's a crash from inside a garage, which she investigates, wondering if it's the cat. There's a metallic scratch from inside; she puts her ear against the door and immediately jumps back at the sound of another crash. She considers the door: "Not gonna open it, not gonna open it. Not gonna open it..." Jump. She opens it, slowly at first, and looks inside. A strange, violent tangle jumps out at her, buzzing: Chloe's scribble. I like the way it looks. Rose falls on her ass, and the scribble comes at her. Luckily, the Doctor comes around the corner just then and runs straight for her, screwdrivering the scribble as he goes. It convulses and draws in on itself, into a small ball, which Rose holds in her hand. The Doctor pulls her to her feet and they have a quick little hug. "I'll give you a fiver if you can tell me what the hell it is," he says, poking at it with his screwdriver. "Because I haven't got the foggiest." Rose confirms that he's just killed it, and the Doctor takes it from her hand: "It was never living. It's animated by energy. Same energy that's snatching people." He throws it up and down, delighted: "That is so dinky! The Go-Anywhere creature. Fits in your pocket, makes friends, impresses the boss, breaks the ice at parties..." Rose laughs as the Doctor pockets it, and they take off back to the TARDIS. I kind of hate them right now, I think it's the Doctor's jaunty-as-fuck dialogue.