DOCTOR: (his eyes narrow) What have you been up to?

PERI: Not telling. (she reaches into her bag and pulls out the little box containing the broken fob watch) I was hoping to get this fixed. Sorry.

DOCTOR: (frowns and swats at another fly. When he opens the box, the watch inside is complete. Mended and ticking again, as if its own personal time had been wound back a week. He beams with astonishment.) Thank you, Peri. This must have cost an arm and a leg.

PERI: (stares in disbelief) Nearly my life.

DOCTOR: I picked something up for you too, in the market. (out of a pocket, he produces a shining coppery disc) It's a halo. (he fixed it in the air over her head where it hovered, humming a little) Saint Perpugilliam, the endlessly patient.

PERI: (grinning) It's awful. Wonderfully tacky.

DOCTOR: Yes, it most certainly is. (he nudges her) I thought you'd like it.