Andrew feels a flush of triumph as he gets the card through the slot. It doesn't last, though; the card reader is as dead as the man whose key he's using. He flings it away in disgust, digs in his pocket for his sonic screwdriver only to remember he dropped it in the bedroom, and turns to face their would-be attackers.

"What?" he asks as one simply drops without apparent provocation. A moment later another follows suit, but by then the first is up again. Andrew looks around wildly for some way to fight them off or get through the door. Then Jodie shouts that name again -- the one he's increasingly sure doesn't belong to her teddy -- and the door clicks open at Andrew's back. He doesn't hesitate, but whirls on the spot and yanks it open, diving through and slamming it shut behind him.