Leans against the wall.

"Fuck."

"FUCK!"

His arm windmills like he wants to hit something and can't find it.  He wrenches the door open again and storms out, and grabs a wrench from the wall, and swings it over his head as hard as he can at the Weeping Angel's back.

It doesn't even clang.  Just a dull thunk muffled by the blankets.

He tosses the wrench aside and makes a choked sound, like a sob.

Kneads his eyes.

Glares at nothing, and stalks across the room to the red door, that leads back to the reception area.  Where the stranger was fighting the Angel.

He is not done, he will not be done here, this will not be how it ends -

He wrenches open the door, and - he doesn't even know what he's looking for, but -

- but he sees her purse.

It's not nothing.

He takes it.

He roots through it shamelessly as he's heading back to the TARDIS.  Some makeup - looks like actual makeup, not whatever she used on the locked door - some cash, some miscellaneous toiletries -

A DVD, in a little plastic case.  A generic DVD, the kind you record something on yourself, in a generic circular case, that you buy to keep DVDs in when they don't have cases of their own.

It's not nothing.

To K9, quick and businesslike: "Hey, does the TARDIS have a DVD player?"

"TARDIS command console is divided into six terminals!  Clockwise from the terminal facing the entrance, the fourth terminal contains an adaptive disk drive and a suspended display screen!"

"Thanks."  Thumbs up.

Back in the TARDIS.  Clockwise is... he closes his eyes and holds his arms out... left.  He walks up to the pillar in the center, that K9 called the command console, and follows the circular catwalk around, to his left.  One... two... three... four.

Okay there's still a bunch of nonsense buttons and levers and greebles here that he doesn't understand but - that looks sort of like a disc drive, and that's a TV screen looking thing.  It's hanging down on something like one of those jointed arms like dentists have in their work-rooms, with the big bright lights on the end, so they can move the lights around but they stay suspended in one place otherwise.  He moves the screen to eye level and -

 - hesitates.

"...I'm trying to figure out how to - salvage this situation.  Can I use your DVD player?"

The disc drive flashes twice, encouragingly.

...Okay that feels weirdly like a yes.  He pops open the DVD case and inserts the disc.

The drive sucks in the disc in the weird way that disc drives do -

And the screen lights up, with a face he hasn't seen before.

"Who are you?"

Well, he's pretty well through the looking glass at this point -

"Can you see me?"

"No, but, really, who are you and how did you get in my TARDIS?"

"...wow I actually can't tell.  Uh, if you can hear me say, uh, apple cucumber."

"You met Sarah Jane?  - did you go through her purse?"

"Okay," he says a bit pointedly, "I'm gonna assume you can't hear me because you didn't say - oh this is fucking stupid."