The Doctor wondered if he'd ever had a companion that whinged as much as Rose was doing right then. After a few minutes thought, he recalled that yes, he had, and had thus proven to himself that it wasn't possible for him to be whined to death.
"Doctor, can't we just go back to the TARDIS?" Rose begged for the third time. "My ankle hurts and I'm hungry and I'm tired and anyway, who CARES about the boring werewolf-star? We already dealt with it."
"It'll be interesting," the Doctor answered simply. "And because we've already dealt with its effects, we've no need to meddle with it. This is just an observation trip. Anyway, I thought you wanted a break from monsters?" he added accusingly.
Rose muttered something uncouth under her breath.
"And anyway," the Doctor continued, pretending not to hear her, "it'll be quicker now to go to the house than to go back to the TARDIS. Someone will look at your ankle there."
"If they try putting leeches on me I'll bloody slap you," she grumbled, limping after him as he strode towards the Torchwood Estate.
They made the rest of the trip in silence and after another half hour, they found themselves in front of the building. The Doctor knocked loudly and the door was opened by a suspicious looking maid. "Hello, I wonder if you could help us," he asked charmingly, in his best Scottish accent. "We were wondering if we could stay here a few nights? My companion has injured herself and could use a rest."
"And who might you two be?" she asked.
"This is Rose Tyler and I'm Doctor James McCrimmon," he lied easily, using the name he'd adopted last time they were in Scotland.
The maid laughed. "Och, now I know you're lying." She turned around and bellowed, "DOCTOR!"
The Doctor stepped back smartly, wondering how his cover had been blown. The answer came quickly as out of the shadows stepped a familiar figure. It had been 500 years, but he'd never forget Jamie McCrimmon. "Ah..."
"This gentleman here says he's Doctor James McCrimmon," the maid said teasingly, gesturing towards the Doctor.
"You're... Doctor... James McCrimmon?" the Doctor asked weakly.
"Aye, that I am," Jamie said.
"Well..."
"Doctor, my ankle huuuuuurts," Rose interrupted, tugging on his sleeve. "Just show him the psychic paper and tell him it's a coincidence."
The Doctor looked at Rose, wondering how she'd react if she found out a little of Doctor McCrimmon's history with him. Like the time in the moon rocket. There was nothing quite like making love in zero gravity. She'd probably yank open the Heart of the TARDIS again and vaporise them both.
Then again, Jamie didn't remember him, plus he had a whole new face.
"It's an incredible coincidence," she was saying, beaming at the maid. "I wonder if your Doctor would mind taking a look at my ankle? MY Doctor McCrimmon's useless. Anyway, he's not a doctor of medicine."
"Do I know you?" Jamie asked, gazing straight at the Doctor. "Y' look awful familiar."
Sod it, the Doctor's penis decided. The Time Lords were dead now. If he allowed Jamie his memories back, what were they going to do about it? And as for Rose...
Well, if she objected, he could always trap her in another dimension somewhere.