You have traveled with The Doctor for some time now. The two of you were a close pair, both having trust in the other.

You walk through the halls of The TARDIS and find yourself in the control room. The Doctor is leaned against the console, tinkering with some sort of device and pointing his sonic screwdriver at it.

He looks up upon hearing you enter the room.

The 10th Doctor: "Ah, good mornin'! Sleep well?"

He cheerfully greets with a smile.