As they approached security, the Doctor pulled his psychic paper out of his wallet so as to be prepared. Rose pulled out her passport. It was pure dumb luck that Mickey had given it back to her ages ago, and that she still had it with her.

The Doctor showed the security guard his psychic paper. She blinked, and then said, "Your parents must have liked Lord of the Rings," with a grin.

The Doctor looked utterly confused for a second, and then smiled back at her as he stepped through the metal detector.

The detector began to blare loudly, as though it was going into overdrive. The security guard motioned for the Doctor to come back, which he did, glaring at Rose.

"Empty your pockets," she said in a bored voice.

"Are you sure you want me to do that?" asked the Doctor. "Because that's going to be a big deal, believe me . . ."

"Empty . . . your . . . pockets," she replied in a slightly menacing voice.

"All right, if you insist," said the Doctor, raising his hands into the air in surrender. He then began to rummage in his pockets. Rose groaned, knowing what was coming.

Half an hour later, two bins were heaped with the Doctor's possessions, including an unfolded umbrella, a stuffed animal kangaroo, a miniature Face of Bo souvenir model, and (most impressively) a life-sized cardboard replica of the TV cowboy Hopalong Cassidy. Now he was just finishing up with shuffling through them, deciding what to keep and what to jettison. Rose had successfully urged him to dump Cassidy, along with a vintage toaster.

"Done!" he announced proudly, looking up from his work. The line behind him had grown substantially, mainly peopled with extremely annoyed people and very excited children.

"You'll need a suitcase for all that," said the security woman hesitantly.

"We don't have a suitcase," replied Rose. "It all fits in his pockets anyway, though."

"Oh, that's grea - I mean, oh no! We're going to have to leave the airport to buy a suitcase!" said the Doctor as he tried to hide his happiness. Rose shot him a glare.

"Well, I suppose it's all right," said the woman. "Step right through."

As the Doctor went through the security detector, it beeped again. Rose made a strange noise halfway between a groan and a laugh as the woman physically pulled the Doctor back through the detector.

"Ah, I thought that might not work . . ." muttered the Doctor as he pulled his sonic screwdriver forlornly out of his pocket.

"What is this?" asked the woman suspiciously, her finger hovering over its buttons.

"Ah, I wouldn't press that if I were you," said the Doctor. "Really, I wouldn't."

Her finger froze over the button. "What is it, Mr. White?" she asked, jabbing the screwdriver toward his chest.

The Doctor mouthed "cardiac arrest" at Rose before replying. She rolled her eyes as he said, "It's a special screwdriver . . . for disabled people."

"Are you disabled, then?" asked the woman disbelievingly.

"Yes, it's a special condition in which I can't rotate my wrist properly to turn a proper screwdriver," said the Doctor with a smile.

The woman paused, as if making an internal decision for this unconventional situation. She seemed to resolve herself before saying, "You'll have to check that."

The Doctor froze. "What?"

"You'll have to check it. It can't come onto the plane unless it's in a checked bag."

Wordlessly, the Doctor turned abruptly and stalked away toward the baggage check. Rose glanced between him and the security woman.

"Erm . . . can you hold on to this until he gets back? Sorry . . . ." she said, thrusting the buckets of the Doctor's possessions at the security woman before hurrying off after the Doctor.

The Doctor deftly ducked under the ropes defining the line at which people were waiting to check baggage. This placed him at the front of the line. Rose sighed, exasperated, before ducking after him.

"I'll be checking . . . I'll just be leaving . . . I'll be entrusting unto you . . ." stammered the Doctor, before breaking off and jamming the screwdriver into Rose's hands.

"What do you expect me to do, try to smuggle it in like you did?" she asked irritably.

"Just do it. Give it to them. I can't do it," replied the Doctor shortly, pointedly looking the other direction. Rose rolled her eyes and handed the sonic screwdriver to the confused worker.

"Uh, no, we can't check this without a bag for it. Sorry, ma'am," said the worker.

The Doctor turned around furiously, opened his mouth as if to say something, changed his mind, and speed-walked furiously to the baskets where example luggage was shown, as an example of what would fit into overhead compartments. He furiously yanked the large suitcase out of the plastic basket and ripped the plastic stating the dimensions from the front of it. He stalked back to the counter and threw the suitcase onto the desk.

The worker stared wide-eyed.

Rose stuffed the small sonic screwdriver into the clunky, large suitcase before racing off after the Doctor.