Nice try, Idris, but the Doctor knew this place a bit better than that. "No, you didn't," he scoffed. "You got pulled in here like everyone else. You just happened to be pulled in at an inopportune time with the clothes on your back." He started to lead Idris through the streets, back towards Yuna's place. He kept the woman close, trying to add to her warmth as much as he could; she must have been hanging out in the snow for ages. Why hadn't she said anything?

The Doctor's expression darkened subtly at the questioning before he noticed the TARDIS' fascination with the snow. He smiled softly at her. "Good, isn't it? Now you see why I love the stuff." He shrugged, a silent way of not answering the question. "I'll tell you later. And no, it wasn't the Master. He just destroyed my fez."