It's always the bloody beaches. I'm going to put a prohibition on going anywhere near water, I tell you. It never ends well. Just look at me now, stuck in Hawaii with people who call me "Doctor" instead of "John Smith" and no wife to show for it, because one stupid little portal couldn't have the decency to relocate the entire family at once. I'm rather cross about that, I'll have you know. Lucky thing I don't often punch people, or I'd be plush or plastic or something daft like that.
I would say, "Hello. I'm the Doctor," but it's not nearly as much fun when everyone here already knows that and did I mention I'm still missing my wife.