The Doctor walked along, his step a little lighter then the day before. The night before he'd gotten a warm body waiting on him in his bed, a bit of mutual wearing out, and a solid sleep with the Master wrapped around him.
Which, frankly, practically never happened quite like that. There were a lot of reasons sleeping in the same bed was a rare occurrence. Even if they were at the same place, and both needed sleep at the same time, their need to maintain personal space often beat out the tactile natures of both their current bodies. But it had been damn nice last night.
So, the Doctor was a little spaced out when he turned the corner and nearly ran into Lucy.