Rose comes out onto the landing; there's a shadow under Chloe's door. Rose hurriedly hides in a nearby cupboard, closing the doors on herself, and watches Chloe step into the hallway and go downstairs. Rose immediately heads into Chloe's bedroom, staring at all the pictures on the walls. Behind her, the wardrobe doors rattle, causing her to jump and gasp and knock a pencil cup on the floor. She gathers up the pencils, and then notices a drawing of a boy, who is now baring his teeth at her; a moment ago he was only frowning. I'm guessing he's thinking, "How fucking rude, barging in here like you own the place." But you can't hear him.
The Doctor pops his head around the corner, looking at Chloe in the kitchen: "All right, there?" She's having some milk. Trish follows the Doctor into the kitchen. "I'm the Doctor," he says, not condescendingly. "I'm Chloe Webber," she says calmly. "How're you doing, Chloe Webber?" She says she's busy: "I'm making something, aren't I, Mum?" There's a silent command in it to get this guy out of the house. "...And like I said, she's not been sleeping." The Doctor looks in her eyes. "But you've been drawing, though. I'm rubbish. Stick men are about my limit. Can do this, though--" And he gives her a Live Long And Prosper; no response from Chloe. "-- Can you do that?" Trish nods at her encouragingly; she turns back to the Doctor: "They don't stop moaning." Over her mother's protests, Chloe continues: "I try to help them, but they don't stop moaning." The Doctor: "Who don't?" Chloe's lost the thread again: "We can be together..." Trish moves towards her, heartbroken, and Chloe turns on her: "Don't touch me, Mum." Trish stops in her tracks, her hand falling back to her side. Drink. Trish and the Doctor glance at one another.