A spot of carefree carousing

[out_of_my_time]

Sam laid on his bed, lazily regarding the ceiling.  A faint smile played absently over his lips.  In the background, the radio was fuzzily playing Atomic Rooster, for once entirely devoid of the voices of doctors and nurses or the sound of a heart monitor.  For once, Sam didn't particularly care.  It was a warm evening, the light of the late sun spilling through the window across the bed, and soon enough, he'd be down at the Arms with a man from another world.  Life was good.  It occurred to him that Simon might not exactly mesh with the CID lads, but they'd deal with that when they came to it.  He was glad Simon was coming over; it was good to get a fresh start with the man, especially after what the Master had done.  Not that he particularly wanted to think of that at the moment.  No.  For now, Sam was content just lying here.

On the radio, the song ended, switching to the initial, driving guitar lick of 'The Jean Genie,' and Sam's grin widened.  Hanging off the end of the bed, one foot began to tap in rhythm.  Yeah, things were good.