"You know, of all the planetary seasons, I've always loved this season the best," the Doctor said, taking the wine and having a sip. "Definitely better than Sunseason on the Gamma Quadrant. The smell of pine and mulled wine far beats out sunscreen and charcoal."

Such a strange season. But, well, it was the Gamma Quandrant. He couldn't have expected much less.

"I figured it would be some sort of psychic wavelength running across the planet during this season."