Despite the immediacy of the importance with the numbers, the Doctor stole a quick glance at the screwdriver the Doctor was holding. It was vastly different to his and as he looked at it, he couldn't help wondering if it had a red setting ... and dampers.<br/><br/>He returned his attention to the dancing, confused numbers and studied them for a few moments. He ran a number of quick calculations in his head, carrying the nine and the cucumber, not forgetting to shift the decimal in the back and duplicate the six hundred and five ...<br/><br/>He had almost reached the conclusion ...<br/><br/>The Cloister Bell started to ominiously chime. It had an echo, as if two were ringing, almost exactly in tune with one another. The Doctor looked up and then the calculation came to mind.<br/><br/>He turned to the console, looking for a switch he couldn't find. "Where's the Multi-Dimensional Molecular Equaliser?! Where have you put it it?!" he was shouting, looking frantically for a control that was no longer where it was supposed to be. "We've got four point seven seconds to hit that before the Ninth Version of us gets here!"<br/><br/>And then the Eighth. And the Seventh, and the Sixth ... And so on and so forth, it was going back .... And much as he had loved the Fifth, now was not a good time.