Get settled? Find a kitchen? Tea? Calliope can't quite believe what she is hearing, looks back and forth between them, uncomprehending and a smidgen betrayed. Finally, at long last, they're free to roam and travel wherever they please, dazzling adventures at their fingertips, and neither of them is the least bit tickled? "Poppycock!" she declares, politely offended and determined. "Tea and biscuits can surely wait! And why should I do any settling in? I've already got a--" She trails off, suddenly hesitant as the true extent of their tumultuous transportation sinks in. This not being their erstwhile TARDIS means the central console room isn't the only thing that's changed.

"My room!" she gasps in dismay. "My drawings!" Her fanfictions, storyboards, the mirror juju, her crafts and notebooks and clothes? She clasps her hand around her bowtie, the only remnant of her old home that she'd happened to wear today with a sweater and skirt combo. "Is it all gone?" she asks the Doctor, dreading confirmation.