"It was a photograph of some people standing in front of a big house, labelled 'The Lodge'. There were a dozen of those, taken throughout time." It's actually not for himself, it's for Number Five, but Doc is the kind of man who doesn't do very much for himself. His only agenda is to get out of this place. It is safe to say that he is merely supporting someone else in anything else he happens to be investigating also.

"Our door is always open. We do have a couple of new housemates, but we are making space for them." So she should know that there will always be food and other supplies available, over at theirs.

"I would invite you over, but you seem happy here." And she probably wouldn't want to squeeze in with all of them. Not to mention the matter of not being able to get a proper night's sleep with Malcolm's sleeping troubles. Sometimes he thinks she can hear the commotion even from all the way over here.

"I just don't like the idea of you thinking that you are alone. I hope you know that you are not." He flashes her a tight-lipped smile and reaches over to rest his hand on her shoulder.