The Doctor grins back at Stiles, clapping his shoulder with a squeeze. Grabbing the sonic screwdriver, he slipped it into his trousers pockets before taking the stairs two at a time to one of the doors. A wave of his hand, a thought, has the door sliding back to reveal a brightly lit corridor and the warm, damp humid faint smell of water.

Fingertips outstretched, the Doctor brushed his hands against the library shelves as they walked further into the swimming pool before the room suddenly opened up into a rather large, swimming pool. An impossible skyscape visible beyond glass tiles on the ceiling.

"Swimming pool, love a dip every now and then." The Doctor said indicating with a sweep of his arm the shallow steps down into the deeper waters of the pool. Rolling his sleeves up, he pushed a deck chair out before tugging off his boots. Far too warm in here for his very practical, worn boots.