The TARDIS needed time to rest. Frustrated, the Doctor picked up his sonic screwdriver and grumbled to himself, muttering under his breath. He activated the device and pointed it at the console he had been working at. It hummed and chirruped as the frequencies changed.
"First, I regenerate. Then I have to deal with Daleks. And Amy... I told her I'd be back, and now look at me. Stuck in some other rotten place."
One last harmonic buzz and he turned the screwdriver off. Now all he had to do was follow the screwdriver and he'd find Bill. Whoever Bill was. Or would be. Bill was a part of his future. Apparently. Maybe he'd see the time fluctuations around her. That might tell him the truth of things. A part of him suspected he was in some new Time Lords trap, or rather old trap. Something designed to keep him distracted. But perhaps not, perhaps this was something else entirely. He had to find out.
Locking the TARDIS up, he took to the busy streets of Ravenmoore, the sonic screwdriver blinking slowly. The closer he drew to his destination, the faster it seemed to blink. Picking up the pace, he chose to run, almost clumsily falling over his own feet. He had grown so accustomed to his previous lanky frame. This one was a bit different. It was going to take time to adjust. It always did. And then by the time he was used to it, he'd regenerate. Apparently his next regeneration would turn him into a Scottish wizard...
The blinking was faster now. He was close. Piling through the front door, he ran up the stair as fast as he could, nearly running into the door. He tucked the screwdriver away into his pocket. Before he knew it he was face to face with Bill. There she was... his future. Part of it anyway.
The Doctor paused, looking at her quizzically. "No eyebrows?" He reached up to touch his eyebrows, feeling the fine hairs. Shrugging it off, he walked inside. "So..." he pauses, clapping his hands together as he spun around to face her again. "You said something about tea?" he smiled.