The Park Near the TARDIS - Sunday
The Doctor was again not in his office, though the note directing people here was still up there. He was in the park, back in his deck chair, alone. River Song was not present or accounted for. Needless to say, despite the miserable weather, the Doctor was relaxing in his chair with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. He wasn't asleep. He was simply enjoying the freedom from feeling like something was going to go horribly wrong and the universe would implode if he stepped with the wrong foot first.
It wasn't going to last long.
It wasn't going to last long.