"How is he?" Susan asked anxiously.

Twitch shrugged. "His nose will be bruised in the morning, but I don't know why he keeps yelling at me. I did him a favour." She saw Susan's curious expression. "I bent his nose back into shape," she explained.

Susan nodded just as the Doctor came into the room. He was still rubbing his nose, but the swelling had gone down a bit. Susan suddenly noticed how odd he looked in a dressing gown. His clothes were drying off by a radiator, and much to the Doctor's annoyance, he couldn't find anything similar in his wardrobe. Instead, he had insisted that he wore his dressing gown until the very moment that his other clothes were dry, at which point he would change straight back into them.

"Right," the Doctor muttered, punching buttons on the central console. "We've left the Selkie unconscious on the beach, the TARDIS is rewired…I think we're just about ready to leave."

Twitch eyed him suspiciously. "What are you hiding, Doctor?"

"Hiding? I'm not hiding anything." He raised an eyebrow at her.

"You are quite blatantly hiding something. You wanted to investigate the Goonhilly findings. You never just leave things like that alone. What are you up to?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

The Doctor feigned disbelief. "I'm shocked, Twitch. One hundred percent shocked. I thought you trusted me?" His face looked so innocent just then that Susan felt a wave of pity for him.

"Not as far as I could poke you with a sonic screwdriver," Twitch replied meanly, stealing one of the Doctor's many odd expressions.

His mouth literally fell open. "I'm offended, really I am." He gave a small sniff. "And after I've taken you through time and space, too…"

Twitch snorted. "Nice try, Doctor, but I saw you try that one on Molly. As I recall, it didn't work on her, either."

The Doctor scowled at her. "You're far too perceptive for your own good. It'll be the death of you one day. And for your information, I am not hiding anything."

"OK then, you've already done something. What've you done?" Her tone was becoming increasingly more curious as the conversation wore on.

"I haven't done anything!" the Doctor protested. "You're imagining things."

Twitch gave a snort of indignation. "I most certainly am not." She moved around the central console, inspecting it closely. "Aha!" she cried, "you've repaired the antifluxsource delimiter!" She pulled a face at him. "Oh, Doctor. You said you weren't going to do any more repairs unless they were necessary!"

"It was necessary!" the Doctor pointed out. "We could run into electromagnetic interference at any time, and we have to be prepared."

Twitch gave a sigh and sat down on the floor of the TARDIS. "If you say so," she muttered under her breath. She had learned long ago that it was pointless trying to convince the Doctor that repairs weren't needed. He might have been a nine hundred year old Time Lord, but sometimes he really did act like a normal human guy. Neither of them seemed to understand that there was only so much necessary DIY around the house (or, in this case, TARDIS).

Susan grinned as she noticed Twitch's expression, and went to sit next to her friend. "Aww, let the baby have his bottle," she whispered. "If he doesn't make daily repairs he sulks like a teenager. Personally, I'd just let him get on with it."

Twitch nodded in silent agreement.