It's the carpark next to This Time Round. The distant chimes of midnight are drowned out by a familiar sound, as a gleaming black convertible appears in one of the parking spaces. The back seat folds up, and light streams out of a room larger than the car.
Two humanoids and a small blue duck climb out.
"I need a drink," says one humanoid, feelingly.
"They won't let you in without the right credentials," says the duck.
"How do we get them, then?"
"Eleven more words should do the trick."
"Good grief!" says the Doctor. "What are you doing here?"