Glad she couldn't see the resolute look upon his face just then, John brought the phone away from his ear to stare at her name and number reflected back at him. She was making so much headway into her time with him--the Doctor--and it worried him in such a curious sort of way.
He brought the phone back in time to hear her optimism, it gave him a sad smile. "Quite right, things can always begin to look up."
Pausing at her inquiry, John shook his head only to realize how daft he looked. She couldn't see that. "In the dream world? No, no. Can't say that it has," though that was a fib, wasn't it? John was seeing more, sketching more, but he didn't want to delve further.