Bite me, Time Lord.

He slowly raised his head, eyes flashing, and jumped at her, seizing her hair and slamming her head against the wall repeatedly until she was clearly unconcious, and then a few more times for fun. "I'm stronger and faster when I've had plenty to eat," he informed her limp body before stepping over her to get to the console. He quickly typed in some coordinates and landed the TARDIS a long distance from his lair, in case she checked the logs, then typed in another set of random numbers and set a 5-second timer. Then he made his egress and watched the TARDIS fade away, taking his overbearing sister with it. Smirking, he began the journey home, not caring that he'd left the bag and all of its contents, including the screwdriver, behind. When he reached his lair, Lyra immediately began reprimanding him.
"It's your turn to cook and you're ten minutes late for dinner. What's wrong with this picture?"
He chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Yeah, I know... My sister kidnapped me. Sorry."