John looked up at the man. "And who are you?!" He asked, bewildered. This was a lot to take in.
"Me? I'm the doctor!" The man grinned.
"You're a doctor? I'm a doctor!" John said. It was nice to meet someone else of medical expertise.
"No no, not a doctor, the Doctor!" He said, irritated. Every time he met a doctor, they had this discussion.
"Oh. I'm John. John Watson, nice to meet you." He muttered, beginning to feel dizzy.
"I know who you are. Want to go find your friend?" The Doctor asked. Anything to keep from feeling the loss of Clara after his latest regeneration.
"Yes, definitely! But I have a few questions. For one, how would you know where to find him? And for another thing, why are you parked in my restroom?" John asked. This was a bit out of control for someone he didn't even know.