"Well I wasn't any good before, and now with you well, I'm twice as bad," she said with a sigh. "I'm basing that on the fact that something bad is bound to happen. It always does with weddings, remember? If you'd like a smooth wedding, maybe you'd best not send me an invite." She gave him a pointed look. "Right then, no therapy for either one of us. Together though, I suppose. Though it's hardly fair. Each of you has a TARDIS and I'm stuck here on Earth, by myself."