[It could have been ten seconds later or ten months later, time was wibbly that way, but the Doctor knew what he did was try and get there as quickly as possible. The TARDIS knew how important it was to him, so while they might've taken a long way around, he still felt the expedience. It was funny how long time felt when he was in a hurry for once. They finally made it to Earth, Earth 2014 it said, London, and he was on his way out the door. Except then he stopped and had the ridiculous urge to find a nice pinstripe. Listen, it'd been a long time since he actually cared about what type of tie he was wearing, but it was happening. Foolish, yes, but he was an old fool that way. Or maybe he was nervous it wouldn't work. This could all have been a trick.
In London, the TARDIS arriving made a great deal of noise. Strange to anyone who'd never heard it, but someone who knew the sound of the engines wheezing, it was a sign. The Doctor stepped out of the deceptive blue police box, thick rimmed glasses on his nose that he didn't need in the least, and both of his hearts were pumping. He left the journal back in the TARDIS so for now he was simply putting his hands in his deep coat pockets, the collar popped up, trying not to look overly anxious. She said she'd be there. If she wasn't there he'd wait probably for a few decades, no problem, and then find out who was having a lark on him.]