“I am the Doctor,” he held his hand out with the key with Spike’s name on it. “It seem the mansion seem to know who’s here and have the key ready for them.” He had a puzzled look on his face. “So, this being has power to manipulate space and time. It has too.”
He walked around looking around, he was skeptical, “Y’ know this is a wild riddle, Spike,” the Doctor said walking around looking at this and that. “Where are you from? Sound Londonish, United Kingdom, but, late twentieth century?” It was a wild guess.