Jo lay curled up on the couch, her head cushioned against Mike’s thigh. Benton was sprawled in a nearby armchair. All three of them were sound asleep.
Smiling, the Doctor shut the door quietly.
Eventually he found the kitchen, but it wasn’t empty. The Brigadier sat nursing a mug of coffee as he reviewed a stack of files at the kitchen table. “Still awake, Brigadier? Tomorrow will likely be a long day.”
“Something about this situation bothers me. I won’t be able to sleep until I figure it out.”
The Doctor joined him. “I know the feeling. Want some help?”