[Now that he's crawled back into bed and gotten another sleep in.] I am afraid I "died in a fire". I won't be available for a few days.

Consider this my formal permission that if my inmate is caught acting disorderly, you are permitted whatever means necessary to contain him. I would prefer the non-violent path, but occasionally he leaves no alternative.

[He coughs.]

Tim, Rex, please tell me that you are both well. [Because checking on companions is mandatory, and he's worried something terrible might have happened. Especially since the TARDIS is being adamant about something terrible being wrong.]

[Private to Time Lords]

I can't decide whether regenerating feels better.