Dispirited, the Doctor trudged back to the TARDIS without Nyssa. In the wake of her departure, everything reminded him of her. There was the roundel they had shagged against just yesterday, and that jammed row of buttons atop the console, and the dented door, not to mention his old scarf, now stretched a bit more than it was ever meant to. What had she been thinking, to abandon him to the company of Tegan and that odd ginger lad who was always fiddling with his tie in the most suggestive manner?
No, things would never be quite the same again.