The Doctor must have been stupid if she hadn't heard the rumours by now. He had been quiet, way too quiet, but angry too and bitter. She gathered what little things she may have had and strapped the vortex manipulator to her arm punching in the co-ordinates only to be whizzed off and reappearing in the Tardis. He seemed to her sitting on the step, his back turned to her and she let go of her suitcase, it causing a thud to get his attention; once she had it she crossed her arm against her chest. "So this is what you've been doing eh?" She asked him, "Sitting around moping and feeling sorry for yourself?" She went to turn off the Tardis telephone and checked where about in space they seemed to be hovering, making sure they were safe before, turning off whatever else that could send him a message. "It ends, now." She commanded more than asked "Get up" she told him, "Were making Dinner" She told him pointing down the corridor that lead to the kitchen.