The bank manager sat chained to a massive explosive device in the ransacked vault, sweating profusely.  "Thank God you're here!  34 left, 88 right, 102 left!"  He cried, explaining the combination while the bomb ticked down, getting ready to blow the man to oblivion.  Piles of cash sat on the floor, left alongside jewelry and other valuables, as if the Doctor had bothered only to take the contents of one particular safe deposit box.