WHO: Nine, Ten and Rose Tyler. WHAT: A Trip in the TARDIS. WHERE: Earth, then galactic coordinates ten-zero-eleven-zero-zero by zero-two from galactic zero centre. WHEN: Well, time isn't a straight line, really. It's more of a timey wimey wibbly wobbly, you know...
The coordinates were engraved on his hearts. He had two now, same as the chap beside him would likely have in a few months time.
The last of the Time Lords was a considerably less lonely title when a) there were several of you and b) it wasn't true anyway with Romana running about.
"Ready then?" he asked Rose and his other self.
The Doctor was eagerly awaiting the go ahead, more than ready for some time.