The Doctor stuffed his hands in his pockets to avoid touching the other man. He was sure his action was rude, but he didn't care. It wasn't as though he had to worry about hurting anyone, not while we traveled alone.

"Nah," the Doctor said. "Just a freelancer."

Funny, though, that name meant something to him. It tugged somewhere in his hearts. Maybe an old piece of history, a fixed point somewhere.

"Well! But if you're going towards town, I'll follow along."