"I don't know," the Doctor said, taking the strap gingerly. "She's been oddly quiet since we left the planet. Well, since before we landed. But I imagine she would. Probably better than you remember me."

He pulled out the sonic and got to work on the chip as they talked. It was a fairly simple device, should've been pretty easy to put back together. If only he'd known, when he destroyed it, just how invaluable it was.

"Temporal distortions really cause havoc in the TARDIS's internal memory, but she'll recover. Just like having a really bad hangover."