"Planning on taking it with you?" He questioned with a look up to that sign, studying the letters there. It was like home. It was a nice feeling. But even as he was shifting to steady himself and linking his hands together to make a step up for the thinner Doctor, his mind was trailing back to one of the things he'd meant to talk to this other Time Lord about.
"Three years before the last Great Time War, that's where they sent me. There was no preparing for war, there was no running around, no troops preparing battle plans. It was just a regular day. The house was clean, that was sort of a surprise." He thought it best to point that out. Eight hadn't been a particularly clean sort, though he certainly had liked his sock drawers organized.. strange man, that one. When he could remember who he was, of course.