The Doctor's standing there, hands full of Peep pulp, somewhat lost as to what to do next, when he can feel his TARDIS' anger surge. His head snaps around to his other who's standing in the doorway, his fingers in a precarious position on the frame.

The Doctor is about to call a warning, but the door is already moving. All he can do is make his TARDIS slow the momentum a little, so when the door slams on his other's fingers, it's not quite hard enough to break them. The Doctor hopes, anyway.

He drops the by-now-grown-solid-again Peeps - he has to shake his hands to unstick them - and hurries over to the door. Really, that wasn't necessary at all!

"Are you okay?"