“No I’m not cracking.” The Doctor sounded vaguely insulted. It wasn’t really even that he was bored –he was bored, quite bored, in fact– as he was feeling the need to be of use, somehow. –and possibly also the need to impress someone with said usefulness– Leave it to the damn park not only to imprison them and take away their sense of purpose but to solve even life’s little, ordinary problems like spilt tea or overloaded electrical circuits.

He stretched his leg out, rotating his foot before setting it down on the ground again and resting his elbows on the back of the bench. He glanced up at the Master.

“Are you just going to stand there and loom over my shoulder?”