The Doctor has been outside for most of the day, enjoying the wonderful weather the Inn has been providing and only enters when he finds that he can't actually think up a nice cup of tea for himself.
However, the sight of the various options leaves him thinking he might just go for something else instead.
Scooping up a handful of pretzels, he starts back outside, occasionally eating a few before he comes to a dead stop. There is something very distinctly wrong.
He looks down making sure he is still holding the little snacks and blinks when he finds that yes, yes he is.
One hand moves to touch the fabric of coat but it's as if there's nothing there, not even the pressure of his fingers is felt.
If he didn't hear his own heartsbeats pick up thier pace, he wouldn't have even realized it.