As they exited the tunnel and entered the boarding lounge, the Doctor and Rose looked at each other.

"We both know where we're going now, right?" asked Rose.

"Definitely!" said the Doctor with a sigh of relief.

They walked to the main hallway of the airport and glanced up at directional signs. They turned in opposite directions, began to walk, and then wheeled around to see where the other was going.

"Oi, where are you going?" asked the Doctor angrily.

"I could ask you the same!" retorted Rose.

"I am going to fetch my sonic screwdriver," replied the Doctor haughtily. "I don't know where you're going."

"Oh, right," said Rose. "Sorry, I forgot. I just wanted to get out of here as fast as possible."

"You forgot about the sonic?" asked the Doctor incredulously.

"I- It's not like- Never mind," said Rose. The Doctor turned back in the direction of baggage claim as Rose followed him.

When they finally got to the slowly rotating conveyor belt, luggage was just beginning to emerge from the opening. They paused about ten yards from the baggage claim.

"So, you know what the suitcase looks like, right?" Rose asked the Doctor assuredly.

His head abruptly turned in her direction. "I thought you did."

"No idea, sorry. Anyway, you're the one who ripped it out of a modeling display back at Heathrow."

Conflicting emotions flew across the Doctor's face.

"But . . . how will I know which one my sonic is in?" he asked pitifully.

"Well, the paint'll be all ripped off one side," replied Rose reasonably.

"What if it's the other side?" asked the Doctor forlornly.

"It's not," said Rose confidently.

"How do you know?" asked the Doctor, turning to look at her.

"Because it's right there," replied Rose, smiling and pointing.

The Doctor's head whipped around, and his eyes locked on the case. After locating it, he raced toward the conveyor belt, and as the suitcase followed the revolution of the belt around to the other side of the bump in the middle of the oval-shaped baggage claim, the Doctor leapt atop the conveyor belt, and ran along it. He snatched the suitcase as soon as he reached it, and he fumbled for the clasps as the conveyor belt continued to carry him around with the baggage. As he turned back into Rose's view, he was yanking the sonic screwdriver out of the suitcase. He kissed the screwdriver before carefully pocketing it, and he threw the suitcase over his shoulder without a backward glance. It landed on top of a neighbouring baggage claim.

A security guard yelled something and began to run toward the Doctor's conveyor belt, spurring the Time Lord into action. He ran to the end of the baggage check closest the exit door, leapt off, and raced through the glass door to the road where the welcoming New York cabs were waiting. Rose was hot on his heels as the automatic glass doors slid smoothly shut behind them. The Doctor pulled out his newly recovered sonic screwdriver and aimed it at the doors, sealing them and separating him for once and for all from not just their pursuing police officers, but the entity of "airport" entirely.