"You've needed to adjust the corrorillation coils since the day I met you. And from what I hear," she gave him a playful wink, "long before that even."

She reached out and took his hand, and tugged him back off towards the direction she'd run from. "My flat's this way. I've got a few things you may want. From Gallifrey. I don't have a job, not officially. Been working a bit with UNIT and a bit with Torchwood, trying to do what I can and to find you, Professor. Mostly with UNIT, though. Harry says hello."

She stopped short at the idea of a quick trip, and sighed. "Whenever you'd like. I'd rather it not be so quick, though. I lost my TARDIS, and... I can't say I fancy being stuck here permanently. Maybe you could at least drop me off somewhere where I can buy a decent time ship?"

Ace hadn't turned to look at him. She couldn't. The first time she'd gone with him, he promised her the roundabout way home. Now she was home, except it wasn't the right one anymore. The right home was behind her, in the shape of a blue police box and the man that piloted it. Both of which she had thought were very very dead.