"Was that during one of your four-day honeymoons?" the Doctor replied, trying to smile as well but feeling a little flat from the day. He felt flat, like everything had weighed him down. Part of him knew that showed.

He had to rebound, somehow. And he would, eventually. He'd be all right, because he was always all right. Eventually.

"And we'll need many little drinks with little umbrellas in them, I think."