He could hear the party before he saw it, low music and the murmur of conversation. His pulse quickened a bit - nothing like a party to get the blood flowing. His RAF uniform was nicely pressed and shoes freshly shined.
Sauntering in, he took a look around the room. Odd to see himself here and there, plus a few Doctors in the mix. Others he didn't recognize, but guessed he'd meet them soon enough.
Moving toward the bar, he planted a wide smile on his face and ordered a martini with plenty of olives.