The Metacrisis Doctor had said he was going to nick his favorite coat from his other self, and he'd fully intended to do it, only the opportunity refused to present itself. A bit sullen over the absence of his coat, he took perhaps a bit longer than he should have in the wardrobe to select a replacement. There were dozens of coats to choose from, several very much like the one Janis Joplin had given him, but none of them were his coat. Not in this incarnation. At last, he finally selected a long trench coat very similar to his other, but in a nice charcoal grey rather than tan. It went fairly well with his blue suit and burgundy jumper and trainers, at least. He hoped it would be enough to keep him warm outside. Time Lords in general weren't bothered by cold nearly as much as humans were, but he was part human now, and his body's resistance to extremes had diminished somewhat as a result.
Well, there was only one way to find out how much cold he could stand. He hurried off to the control room, aware that he was running late and annoyed with himself for it.
"Rose Tyler," he said as he skidded to a stop on the floor gratings at the end of his sprint. "Hello. All set? Where are we off to? Anyone else coming along?"