First off, he missed an Intergalactic rerun of The West Wing he was looking forward to, then the TARDIS decided to land in the middle of London without warning. And then, of course, there were the squid-like monsters that just happened to be in the middle of London. And then there were the police who didn't seem to realize that he couldn't have done what all the squid-like monsters did to those people. And then there was Joe.
Joe was the Doctor's cellmate, and Joe was an unpleasant drunk who smelled like he'd forgotten to take his trousers off when he relieved himself. And he snored. And talked. And...was he starting to sing in his sleep?
"Phone call!" the Doctor called. "I get a phone call!"
He was led to a small cell-like room with a phone. He hoped she would pick up.
"Help me, Dr. Jones," he mumbled as the phone rang. "You're my only hope.