Oh. Now that's different. Definitely different. Still ripped. But different.

Not the same as everyone else he's waylaid so far, with a smile and some questions.


"Where would be the fun in that?" The Doctor rolled off his cuff, with a blindingly wide grin, reaching up to scratch at his neck. "It tends to get dreadfully dull after a while when you only end up where you intend to go."

That's half the fun of certain buttons on the Tardis. It's definitely the fun of crash landing, and mysterious messages.