After all, when this little joyride ended, he'd go to find Ood Sigma. He'd give up on the life he was living and move on. And he didn't want that. He never wanted it to stop, never wanted to just give in.
He hopped around another bouquet of flowers on his way to the TARDIS. A young man in a tweed jacket very nearly knocked him over as he turned to leave.
"Big enough walkway for both of us!" the Doctor called to him, irritated.
The man turned and gave him an oddly nostalgic look behind his dark, floppy hair before walking off, silently.
Odd. Still, places to go. Things to do.