@likeariddle + @centuriesuntold
The Dream lord appears at the top of the main TARDIS staircase, hanging by a bannister with all the theatrics of Gene Kelly in his Singing in the Rain number.
“What a glorious feeling!”
They hop next to the handrail and slide down to the main console area--no hands!
“I’m back again!”
Oh.
“Oh.”
The Doctor and Ellie. They're together. Still. The Dream Lord’s face falls into some uncharted place between scowl and disappointment.
“Look at you two. Thick as thieves. And you should know, Doctor: you are one. A thief, that is. Not thick. Though, no, sorry, you are that, too. Yoouu,”
The Dream Lord wags a finger at Ellie. They have a point they’re keen on getting to, but (and it’s very a tempting but) they know that Ellie doesn’t know that they know she’s quite the thief herself (dreams: they’re almost all rehashes of the past (except with more talking dogs)). They can’t resist. The wagging turns into a twirl of their wrist as they hurriedly get through the gloat-and-menace:
“Magazines, cassettes, yes, I know it all, but you,” their speech slows back to normal (and back to the point!), “you haven’t learned your lesson yet.”