"It's me!" he explained, unable to keep the smile off his face; he couldn't help but look at her with affection, perhaps even love in his eyes. He moved to put an arm around her in an awkward hug for a moment. It was strange figuring out how to act around her now.
He pulled back, raising an eyebrow as she fired questions at him. "I... it's been quite a few years since I regenerated now. In my memory, you were there, we went home..." his voice stuck in his throat as he realised he'd just called the Powell estate home. "Eh, we went to your mum's. For Christmas. It was a bit mental. And then... just like old time, lots of running and nearly dying," he said with a grin.
"So, I suppose that either means... that our timelines have been altered beyond repair, but there don't seem to be any big nasty Reapers flying about... so shall we call it... a timey-wimey-loophole.... thing?" he said, scrunching up his nose in confusion. "Eeehh, it happens, I suppose. Not to most people, but to us it's not that unlikely, really."