The Doctor was backed up against a wall, a gun pointed at her head.

That wasn't actually unusual, as far as death-defying situations went.

The aforementioned gun-pointer was demanding her name.

Easy enough.

She'd just use her psychic paper, and then she could get back to Jim and Liz, who were disabling a bomb somewhere else in the compound.

She fished it out, and handed it to the guard.

He studied it for a moment, brow deepening as he read. She relaxed. Out of the danger zone.

He looked up at her.

"Why does this say 'John Smith' on it?"