Finding the new coat in his flat had been weird. But then again, no weirder than the dreams he'd been having lately. And as stupid as it sounded, the moment he put it on it just felt... right. Like it had been something important that had been missing. So despite the California weather, Jack was wearing the greatcoat when he strolled into the coffee shop.
It took him a moment to spot the little brunette, but he smiled and nodded. Jack signaled to her that he'd be right there and went to order himself something to drink. Ans so with coffee in hand and a donut to munch on, Jack joined Tara at the table and sat down.
"So you're a blue police box, I'm a man who can't die, and I've travelled around inside of you. This is going to be the strangest damn conversation I've ever had in my entire life."