"All of my trips are run-and-figure-it-out-as-you-go!" the Doctor snapped. "This is what I do! This is all I do!"

He all but shoved Alan away and began towards the writhing stripes of color. He needed to figure this out, and if Alan wouldn't help, he'd do it himself because that was what he did. He always did this, and that was how he kept moving.

"Never heard Sarah complain," he added, and he immediately regretted it. That was cruel. Unnecessarily cruel.