He grew older, by a hundred years. He changed bodies. He lost his companions - one died, one deserted in London proper - and kept on saving the world in the nick of time.

He hadn't met any new promising people in a long time.

The TARDIS, mostly psychic again, can manage to go to the programmed coordinates of '1920s sometime, Tokyo, Japan, Earth'.

It might have been years after he had seen her. He went to her brothel. There she was, on display again, in her butterfly kimono again, eyes fixed on him.

He trudged over and waved. "How's it going?"

She looked away. "This woman would ask why you are here, Outsider." It was the way she said it. She recognized him, somehow.

"How long's it been, then?" he said, curious.

"Only a week since a man that did not look like you bought me and told me that he was from another planet," she said, quietly. Blinking in the red lantern light, she asked him, "How long has it been for you?"

"A hundred years or so." His grin spread magically across his face.

"Will you tell me this secret, as well?" she murmured. He sprouted goosebumps. Yes, she was just as alluring as he had remembered.

"Not in exchange for sex, if that's what you're getting at," he scolded. She pouted. What else did she have to offer? "But, I'll show you the secret if you come with me."

"I cannot go anywhere," she reminded him. "This brothel owns me until I pay them back."

He winked, and went inside. Words were exchanged, and he pointed to his puppy in the window again, and quite a bit of paper changed hands. He went back outside, and she stared at him quizzically.

"You're not going to buy another night with me?"

"Nope." A woman came to lead her away, and he raised his voice, "I bought them all!"