The TV spoke several minutes on the kidnappings while Samantha researched, elaborating on the number of related kidnappings and also the circumstances. Samantha nodded, humming when The Doctor said roughly when he thought he had been hit. When he was half asleep barely after she had finished saying he could sleep, she really couldn't blame him. He wanted to sleep, needed to sleep and was just given the chance to. She would have likely done the same. Over the next five or six hours she woke him a few times, insisting he wake up enough to answer a question before letting him right back to sleep. She didn't need him awake for long, but she did need him awake.

Samantha looked over the folders from her work, dealing with loose ends from a recent job change within the company. When he began to wake up on his own she looked up from the folders, waving with a smile, "Good evening, feeling better?" She asked, "You got several hours of sleep." She stood up, walking over to the couch and sitting on the armrest near his feet. "Remembering anything? Oh, uh..there's food if you feel like eating," she said, gesturing to the kitchen and the source of what smells like Alfredo sauce and pasta. She didn't know if aliens ate or if they ate human food but she figured if he was hungry he probably did eat and she didn't exactly have anything but human food.