The TARDIS had landed here without any actual intent on the Doctor's part. Still. Nice little town, ...somewhere. He poked the console; the readings were all strange, spinning and jumbled. Which meant he wasn't going anywhere until he fixed it.
"Oh for..." He groaned, stripping off his jacket, grabbing his screwdriver, and rolling up his jumper sleeves. He took off the outside panel and crawled under the console, feet poking out. The inside of the console was a mess of wires, jury rigged over hundreds of years. He had to be more careful. Before he couldn't get new parts. Now he
couldn't get new parts. He closed his eyes for a moment; he'd spent a lot of time under here.
He worked for hours; the readings were still wonky and his eyes were burning from focusing for so long. He slid out, rubbing his eyes, mumbling, "Must be missing somethin'."
He rolled down his sleeves and grabbed his jacket, locking the TARDIS door behind him as he stepped out onto the street under the dim glow of the arch of the street-lamp. He rubbed the back of his neck and headed down the street. The weather was cool. The town looked like earth, twentieth century. Figured. TARDIS loved this time on this planet.
It was easy to love this time.
He headed into a bar, part of a hotel, and sat at the counter, ordering a coffee. "Nice night," he said absently to the person sitting next to him.