The Doctor is underneath the TARDIS console, tinkering with some wires and components. His brow is furrowed in concentration as he works. He mutters something in Gallifreyan under his breath, sounding mildly frustrated. It was never fun having to replace the Old Girl's wires. But it must be done. After a few more moments of tinkering, he finally sits up with a triumphant grin.

"There we are! All sorted." He gives the console an affectionate pat.

The Doctor stands, dusting off his blue suit jacket. He runs a hand through his sticky-uppy hair, making it even more disheveled. His warm brown eyes sparkle with eagerness as they flit around the control room. He's looking for his companion.

"Right, where were we off to next then?"