Dexter roused from whatever it had been that knocked him out after leaving the room recognizing the same area where he and the Doctor had spoken a bit, to reconcile, going to the door and finding it locked a look of comprehension on his face. "Uh-oh." He said looking at the window. He would bet everything he owned that, that glass was the only thing protecting him from becoming a crisp. This, was not good. He just hoped that the Doctor would hurry up. He had no idea how long he'd be in here until whatever was going to happen would happen.