Sam was busy looking for signs. Looking, Waiting. Glancing from the empty street to the apartments, and then back to the Doctor. As they looked about, something really started to worry Sam, Two things, really. One, too much time had passed and three, he finally noticed that he was still in clothes from the seventies. Maybe it meant nothing and maybe it meant everything. He started to pace, but was careful to stay close to the doctor.

"This isn't right. Something isn't right." Sam muttered, keeping up with the pacing and worrying.