Open (preferably Whoverse, but whatever's clever!) New New New New York. It'd been awhile, hadn't it? Relatively speaking, of course. The concept of 'awhile' changed when you spent your time leaping from place to place on the timeline. The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS, hands in pockets as he sniffed the air.
No change. Not a mite, not a cell, not a single thing had changed -- so far as he could feel it and, well, he prided himself on noticing subtle little differences. A large, triumphant grin spread over his face and a woman passing him sped up her step ever-so-slightly; no one liked to hang around near someone whose smile was that... Manic. So, he was right. No more Time Lords, no more Time Lord rules. Just him now and, for the first time since his people had burned, he felt no guilt, no cold sense of mourning tainting his thoughts.
"Oh, I am glorious!" he said aloud, laughing at that, a hand darting out behind him to will the TARDIS both closed and locked. River had been right; he'd been so young before.