'Oi! Stop sonicing my TARDIS!' The Doctor shouted at him, following him to the door and poking his head out of the door. 'Showy floor? Showy floor?! This is a fantastic floor. I think it just shows that I have better taste in my old age. Couldn't stand that awful design you were traveling around in, far too cold, not enough life.' He stepped outside and poked his younger self. 'So, where is it for you? How old are you?'