Spoon poised over soup, Charley eyed the kitchen door and sighed with relief. Blessed quiet.

The moment metal touched liquid, the door burst open. "Charley!" the Doctor cried. "Come and see! Hexane clouds storming over Ullindif!"

Charley groaned. "I'm eating!"

"You'll love it, Charley. Iridescent crystal rain! Come on!"

"Why now? Last time, it was a supernova, and before that, Brutus was thumbing his dagger. For once, I'd like to finish my dinner before it gets cold."

The Doctor glanced at her soup. "Gazpacho! We've all the time in the universe!"

Defeated and exasperated, Charley let him drag her out.