"Thanks," he replied. He rubbed his sore wrist and looked over at Jack. They were both getting really old during their time traveling together. He wondered how much of that was the way they lived, or just time.

"In my defense, Jack, I did only barely know you. You and me, we've had years and years together, that me only knew you briefly. Barely knew you when I sat down at that bar, too."

He sighed again, and this time he didn't even bother looking at the door.

"You can go, if you want," he said. "Free the TARDIS, travel for a bit. I can...stay here. Take care of things. Be responsible. Get a planner."