The Doctor strides happily out of the TARDIS, a contented smile hanging on his face. On Clara's request to be collected every Wednesday, he flicked a few switches immediately after she stepped out of the TARDIS last week and back to her normal life, and ended up here. For Clara, a week has passed but to the Doctor (who is not the most patient of people) it feels like merely a few minutes.
All of the houses look pretty identical, but he remembers the house number and the colour of the curtains in the top bedroom, which he also remembers to be Clara's bedroom (from that time when he fed her Jammy dodgers), and was so involved with trying to work out why she's so impossible. Nowadays, he's given up, and just appreciates her as a friend.
He considers sonicing the door, just for an extra dramatic entrance, but Mr Maitland still has no idea that he's an alien and there are people milling about the area. Something like that wouldn't go unnoticed in a suburban area, and when the press came flocking he'd just have to run away, perhaps never to return. So he decides to just ring the doorbell.
Angie runs to answer it, and grins mischievously when she sees who it is. "Knew it would be you!" she exclaims.
"I guessed you would," the Doctor muses. "You probably wouldn't have got off the sofa otherwise." He ruffles her hair fondly and she doesn't look too impressed, so he awkwardly tries to rearrange it strand by strand to its former glory (and to no avail). "You look rather funny like that," he observes, but her face is like thunder so he rolls his eyes and decides not to pursue it.
"Anyway," he says, rubbing his hands together. "I'm after Clara, you know the drill, every Wednesday, all of space and time... Pretty cool, might I say." He smiles to himself, impressed with his own ability to travel the universe. Angie smiles pitifully at him."Clara? Not in. She's out.. er, clubbing, with her new boyfriend. Yeah... No universe today." The Doctor frowns, obviously unaware that it's not the norm to go out clubbing during the day. "Boyfriend... Clubbing?!" He makes a 'tut tut' sound under his breath, which sounds rather defeated. "Scandalous," he mutters.
Angie supresses a giggle and puts a hand to her mouth, slowly closing the door on the Doctor. He waits there for a minute, in slight disbelief that Clara could forget about, or have other priorities besides their adventures. It's starting to rain but still he stands there. He pulls a small umbrella from his purple tweed jacket in the way he would with a sonic screwdriver, and aims it away from himself. At the flick of a button it expands and shelters him from the rain.
Somebody in the kitchen switches a light on; he can see its glow through the frosted glass. But something else the frosted glass reveals is the silhouette of Angie, waiting in the hall. The Doctor squints and leans forward, just to make sure it's her, and it is. Same frizzy hair, slightly wonky on her head from the incident earlier. He taps the glass impatiently, and she stands up, opening the door slowly.
"Still here?" she asks. He nods."Angie!" someone bellows from the top of the stairs, and the Doctor smiles up at her. It's Clara, and he's happy to see her, even if he is a little confused, to say the least."Doctor!" Clara says brightly. "Thought it was you... You're a bit later than normal time, not that I'm complaining..." She smiles weakly, and looks over to Angie who's backing away slowly.
"Aren't you supposed to be clubbing... With your... Boyfriend?" The Doctor asks. "Not that I blame you. I've known a few party animals in my time, they're great fun, never knew you were one. Once got lost on the way to a Nightclub on the planet of the Disco Balls, as it's affectionately named. Picked up about five of them on the way and sold them to the owner when we got there, don't think he realised he lived on a planet full of them."
"Sounds... Wild," Clara says, slightly unsure. "Really, wild. But as for my inner party animal - it doesn't exist, and, I don't have a boyfriend?"
There's a moment of silence whilst the Doctor contemplates this, and his expression turns to annoyance once he realises that all of this was Angie's doing. He feels a little foolish, but a little bit of explanation to Clara sorts everything out. Sort of."Angie told me you were out clubbing. What a little dalek!" he says, smacking himself on the forehead and exclaiming "ow" when the pain actually hits. Angie's not here to confirm or deny this (the way she just slipped away upstairs should have been clue enough that the Doctor didn't just make all of this up).
"I'm not mad!" he protests."You are a bit," Clara smiles, and he nods his head slowly, as if to say 'fair enough'. He takes her hand, but releases it quickly when he remembers that that's not really the norm in 21st century Britain. "Sorry," he says. "Get a bit confused sometimes. What's normal where. It's like jetlag, but time lag, if you like... Wait, its nothing like jetlag, forget that."
"I like the hand holding part." She slides her hand around his. "And I like the hugging part, too." She gives him a quick hug, and in case Angie's watching out of the window, they walk off quickly and into the TARDIS, which is parked out of view around the corner.