"Gosh, I don't, I don't carry mirrors. I should've thought of that," she says, fretfully, and Jude runs his hands over his face, stretches his fingers out in front of him, wiggling them, watching them wiggle. It's like the Doctor when he's regenerating, except more. This is his first experience being tangible.

"Dude, this rocks!" He gets up, all stumbly, all arms and lanky legs, and Vic stands, hobbles over to touch his shoulder. "Woah, slow down, buster," Vic says.