When the Doctor said that the TARDIS was locked, Robin's joy faded a little. As amazing a it was to see the beautiful blue spaceship in this place, it wouldn't do them any good if they couldn't get inside it. With a final pat and a sigh, Robin stepped away from the machine. She walked over to stand beside Hermione, who had kept quiet and was simply staring at the police box as though she was thinking very hard.<br/><br/>"What is it?" she asked finally. "Why is it here?"<br/><br/>"It's a sort of spaceship," Robin replied, looking at the young girl and trying to gage her reaction. "It's the Doctor's. It can sort of... travel in time also. He's taken me to some really amazing places. Other planets, other times..." Hermione looked up at Robin as if trying to decide whether or not she was joking. When she was at least partly sure the strange woman was telling the truth, she looked back at the TARDIS.<br/><br/>"What did you mean earlier, when you said you were a... Harry Potter expert?" the young witch asked shrewdly.<br/><br/>"That's... um, complicated, you see-" Robin was interrupted as the Doctor said that their enemy was standing across the room. Slowly, the two girls turned, and gasped in unison as their eyes locked on the horrible visage of Lord Voldemort. His eyes were full of seething hatred, and his voice was cold and cruel. Gently, Robin reached out and took Hermione's hand.<br/><br/>"Doctor," Robin breathed. "It's Voldemort. I mean I know it really isn't but it really really looks like him."