"That sounds like something I'd say," the Doctor almost-but-not-quite pouts, scrunching up his nose a bit. "Fine, fine, keep a bit of mystery in life, Wrathion from Azeroth. I'll look forward to it."

He does mean that genuinely. He thinks well of him, and whatever mysteries he still holds, the Doctor is sure they'll be quite interesting. How could they not be?

"Ledger? Now there's something useful..." He trails off, though, distracted when he notices the creaking that seems to be almost directly above their heads. "I've a feeling it's not someone shuffling around a wardrobe up there. Our ghost friends-"

Before he can say anything else, that creaking turns into a loud groaning and the ceiling begins to buckle.