"Come on, raggedy man. What happened?"

Red curls draped against the back of a plastic chair. Amelia Pond sat in her backyard, green eyes piercing through the cool summer night sky. Her object of focus: a floppy-haired man in a tweed jacket. He was grinning at her.

"It's a long story, Pond."

She showed a slight smile.

"I hoped it would be. C'mon, tell. Two hundred years lookin' for Melody. How? How could it possibly have taken you two hundred years to not find her, and then return to us in that cornfield. What did you do in those two hundred years?"

The raggedy man sighed, flashing his eyes downwards. He was fumbling with his hands, trying to find the right words. How could he even begin to describe a two hundred year crusade through the galaxy, searching for his best friend's daughter? He decided on a framing and turned his head back up. Amy sipped from her tea, ears ready to receive anything. Or so she thought. His eyes sparked up as he blurted it out, not with the care of someone sane in his position, but with a twinkle of excitement and hyperactivity one would only find within a child.

"In three very simple, short words: I got distracted."