Daine ducks into the corridor, blessedly cool after the heat from the fire. "All right," she says as she follows the TARDIS's transparent form. The console room is the most familiar and comfortable place for her, except perhaps for… oh, dear. "What about the menagerie animals?" she asks. "What about you?" It's one thing for Daine to escape, or even to get the animals out, but what's going to happen to the TARDIS herself?