By dinnertime, the Doctor had found his thoughts wandering back towards the clue that had been found last night. Other than what he'd heard secondhand (or third-hand, or fourth-hand), there had been a little talk of it on the bulletin board—but all of it made him wish he'd followed the mention of it on the intercom, to have a look for himself. It seemed unlikely that it would still remain tonight—surely Landel and his people had cleaned up any trace—but unless there was some new lead to follow, having a quick look around might not be a bad idea.

And if there was some new lead to follow, well... He'd be sure to chase it tonight.

He was brought from his thoughts by the arrival at his room. Byrne had already arrived, he saw when the nurse let him in, and looked to be in the midst of writing. "Alright?" the Doctor greeted briefly. He paused for a moment at the door, and then headed straight for his closet.