"Barcelona! Absolutely love this place. You will too, Rose, I guarantee it!"

He flung open the doors of the TARDIS. Grinning. Looking up towards the sky and then to the animals that ran past. "See?" he chuckled, triumphantly. "Told you so. Dogs with no noses. Absolutely brilliant!"

And it would have been.

Could have been.

But he wasn't the same.

Different eyes. Different nose. Different ears.

He had taken off his jacket. "I actually wore this!". Flung it over the controls.

And it was left there. Lying limp. Until they returned, hand in hand - laughing about canines without noses - and he smiled to her. The leather jacket was taken back to the wardrobe; a memory of what was. Of who he used to be. But now…he's him.