"He's spoiled, that one. Too used to wooshing here and there, not used to being like the rest of us." She smiled. "Lucky we found each other, then. Not as alone, anyway. How'd you get stuck in 1969, anyway?"
"Well, yeah, but you won't be the only one. There's lots of people at the Center, I'm hoping to get out of there soon myself. Got a job, now I just have to find a flat-" She turned to Martha, an idea having formed. "Maybe after you get a job, we could find something together. That way we'll be able to find each other, if the Doctor shows up."