As good as her word, Flossie the head cook had led them straight to the unguarded TARDIS.  It had been moved to a loading bay at the back of the hotel.

The Doctor was appalled at how easy it was to recover his ship.

'There's absolutely no one preventing us!' he burst, fiddling with his key.  'It's absurd!  Anyone could be running around this hotel, causing all sorts of havoc.  They're very slack'

'just open the door,' said Anji.  'Let's not tempt fate.'

'No wonder they've had murders,' said the Doctor darkly as he led the way aboard their craft.  'Just about anyone could walk into the hotel, any time.'

Then they were standing in the cool and airy expanse of the console room and Anji drew in a breath of relief.  Home again.

The Doctor was hurrying over to the wooden six-sided control console, holding Reginald Tyler's brick-thick paperback open before him.  Already he was lost to his companions, intent upon his next mysterious task.

With a discreet hum, the doors shut behind them, sealing them into the safe pocket dimension of the TARDIS interior.

'Ah,' said Fitz, as he started to follow the Doctor across the flagstoned floor.  'Speaking of security arrangements and uninvited guests...'

Anji turned then, to see Flossie standing behind her, wringing her stained apron in her big hands.

'My, oh my...' said Flossie.

'Um, Doctor,' Fitz said, tapping him gently on the shoulder.

The Doctor was peering very closely at first the bewildering control console and then the small print of Tyler's book.  Quickly he broke out of his spell and whirled around to see the head cook and give her a welcoming grin.

'Don't just stand there,' he said warnmly.  'Come on in.'

Flossie stepped uncertainly around the thick Persian carpet, and the Doctor motioned Anji to take her and sit her down in the kitchen area.  Make her a cup of tea.  Set her on to baking scones or something, to keep her busy and to take away the psychological sting of stepping aboard a vast, transdimensional craft.

'We can't keep her,' Fitz moaned.

The Doctor shrugged carelessly.  'Never mind.  She's obviously meant to accompany us, the way she just followed us in. She must have some purpose in the grand scheme...'

Fitz's eyebrows went up.  'You don't really believe in stuff like that!'

'No,' smiled the Doctor.  'I'm just covering up for leaving the front door open behind us.  But I'm sure she's quite harmless.  And she wasn't very happy in that gloomy hotel, was she?  She might end up somewhere better now.'

'If she's coming along with us,' sighed Fitz, 'she might well end up dead.'

But the Doctor had already dismissed the apparent problem from his mind.  He was squinting at The True History of Planets again.  In particular, the footnotes to Book Two, Chapter Eighty-Seven.

He read the string of co-ordinates aloud and let Fitz tap them into the navigational computer.  He knew Fitz was happiest with something to do.  'I know you like to be involved,' he told him.

Fitz scowled.  'You really think you can put these into the TARDIS's system and we'll end up there?'