Although the Doctor felt somewhat relieved by the change of location, he wouldn't forget the kennels so easily. Where they even part of the Institute's building, or had they been somewhere else entirely? It was a fair question, especially considering the out-of-place room with the boulders; where in the grounds would that have been hidden away? Given its walls, underground perhaps?

But as long as they were getting tossed from place to place, he had to see what, if anything, he could find out. Given the normalcy of their newest location, this might be a good place to start.

Dean had looked at one of the magazines from a table full of them, and the Doctor decided to check them out himself after the other man had moved on. Magazines should have dates, and a date was needed to know when they were dealing with instead of simple generalities and estimates. The Doctor checked the magazine Dean had looked at first, scanning the front and back for a date or any particular headlines. There was no date, and nothing specific on the cover to place it in less certain terms. Frowning, he checked the rest of the magazines, even flipping through one that had looked promising, but they were all vague. Generic. Dateless.

The Doctor looked up from the magazine table when Dean asked if he was okay. "I'm alright," he said simply. The kennels had bothered him, but there was nothing he could do about the creatures right now. He may not have liked it, but he recognized it; he would simply have to try to find them again and see if there was anything he could do to help them.

The magazines had been a bust, but maybe the television would prove more useful. He pointed his torch at it. "I wonder if that gets any news programs at this hour," he said, moving towards the counter where it stood.