"I think I was acting a bit too old around this time. Like you do when you're young," he said. "Though I start my exile next year. Everything changed by then. And even when Jo followed it, I could never understand this movement. Love is never free. Wouldn't be worth it if it was. Come on, we can probably find a spot over here."

He headed onwards and ignored Jack's comment about his tie. The Doctor liked this tie. He couldn't remember where he'd gotten it from, but he could probably make up a fantastic story about it later.

Music blared from the stage, and young people either too drunk, too high, or just too excited to care, danced and sang along around them. Quite the sight. How long had it been since the Doctor had made it to a concert? The last time he tried was with Majenta, when they'd aimed for the Beatles and ended up in Transylvania.

"You know who else I've never met?" he said. "The Beatles. That's another group on my list to meet, right under Bowie."