CLAIRE: Our honeymoon. Where did we go?
TOM: What?
CLAIRE: You heard me. Our honeymoon. Name of the hotel.
TOM: The Appleyard. The Appleyard, room 702. We could see the church form the window, the spires.
CLAIRE: You know what? I’d forgotten the room number.
TOM: You know what? He hasn’t. The Doctor is out!
Get security in here, now!
JEKYLL: He’s out of my head! Hallelujah, home alone! Ooh, this feels good!
