“Room for more?” he poked his head as she was poking around. “Looks like a broom closet,” he sniffed the content of the room. “Smells like a broom closet with a Rose Tyler defender of the Earth,” he stuck his tongue out, “the air taste like a broom closet,” he stuck his head in more with his ear, “sounds like a broom closet whatever one sounds like,” and he stepped in the closet, feeling the wall with his hands, “feels like a broom closet wall, and,” than it had gone black. “Who turn out the lights?”