"But not the TARDIS manual."

Another old joke. They were all old. The only jokes worth telling and worth hearing.

Drusilla, who didn't like that sort of fight, could feel his longing. It was as powerful as his loneliness, but sweet instead of bitter. It shimmered in the air. She watched him close his eyes and touched his cheek, feeling it dancing on her tongue. So sad, so old.

He could have had the universe.

"It'll be all right, Doctor."