There is also that nagging and lingering feeling of that The Doctor doesn't belong here. Not here in Deerington - not really anywhere in the multiverse.

"Hi."Is the loud harsh whisper, "Suppose that's just what I needed - tea." However, this time around he's not so cheeky about that. Then rubbing his hands down his cheeks, "Yes, that sounds brilliant. Is it my photosensors or has the world become various shades of grey?"

A pause; "Glad you liked him. Me. Then."