“We can’t all think about a thousand things at once, like you!”
“More’s the pity…”
“You’re very fond of him, aren’t you?”
The Jon Pertwee Doctor gets the eye from a flirtatious alien aesthete and intergalactic pilferer of fine art…and Jo’s feeling more than a bit jealous.
Things get a bit catty.
“You mean this is the play…they bought out a huge building and turned the whole thing into a stage reflecting London of the 1930’s – royal apartments, servants quarters, even a nightclub. You wander around and explore anywhere you want…for most of it you’re pretty much on your own, so you get all these little interactive encounters to yourself…meanwhile the story goes on around you.
…only in this version, there’s murders.”