"I hope so. Feeling better already." And he should as the thing was coming closer. At the number, his eyes go wide and he grins. "Ohh." And he taps the side of his nose. "Good number."

"Setting number four! Pothole Jail!"

He jams the butt of the sonic in the pavement. There is a faint rumble like an earthquake and blue and gold light runs in crazed jagged edges through the black of the street. With a shrieking howl, the creatures fall in -- though not far. And before they can struggle out the road wraps up around them like petals of a flower. They can still be seen scratching at the bars, trying to break free.

"Not bad if I say so myself." He holds out his hand. "I'm the Doctor, by the way. What's your name?"