"No, no, this should be<em>my </em>TARDIS," the Doctor argued. He let his gaze wander from this other older (how older?) version of himself to the design of the console room and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "This is exactly where she wanted to set down. I went out, came back, and here you are. See, I don't like this at all, what is it with the showy floor?"<br/><br/>He pulled out his sonic and jogged outside, waving it around the edges of the TARDIS. Yes, this one was right on top of his ... Which was good, it meant she wasn't lost...