The Doctor was positively speed-walking. “Stuff. Which is incidentally what you do when you have a halfway decent think, Barbara Wright!”

He waited until they could duck behind one of the fleshy protrusions on Stacy, big enough to dwarf a house and lined with glowing pink pustules that dimmed as they got close enough to brush up against it. The Doctor glanced both ways, checking for any Kessek wandering around, and then wheeled on Barbara, his face lighting up with that strange glow of excitement that hadn’t changed despite all his different faces.

“Now. The question is do we snoop now or later?”