You and the Doctor found yourself in a locked basement of an old asylum, and there was absolutely nothing to do. You looked at numerous jars and flasks for medicines and pills, stacks of white starched towels and bed linen were lined up neatly on the shelves, but judging by the thin layer of dust on them, no one had touched them for a long time. The Doctor stood near the barred window and tried to use the sonic screwdriver pulses to open the window so they could escape. The quiet hum of a screwdriver mixed with the quiet sounds of a small radio, where the song “Moonlight Serenade” was now playing. "This is the kind of song you're supposed to dance to. But you're apparently too busy." You said, looking at the Doctor’s back. "You just assume... You just assume I don't dance." "What? Are you telling me you do dance?" "900 years old me. I've been around a bit. I think you can assume at some point I've danced."