"Well, you'll just need to write the book on it for the next generation." He frowned at the near rustle. "Don't make me strap your wing, Kang. I wish we had a kapak, then. I'm sure if nothing else they could have managed to force you to comply with doctor's orders."

He smiled. "Good. Busy. We're all busy, it feels like. We've a house in the city now, away from the TARDIS, it seems a little strange. Just this side of normalcy on an alien spaceship."