"They're just the Ood," the Doctor said. "But! They are a ready-made psychic army, and significantly more advanced than they were back when they were servants. And, I need to visit them anyway."

He said the last sentence as casually as he could, but there was nothing casual about it. When he visited the Ood, his song would end. He wasn't in a hurry for that to happen. He loved being himself. Loved everything about it, save the bad skin and the need for reading glasses.

But what would be the point in living a half-life with chunks of time missing from himself and the universe?

"We'll need to land elsewhere, first. Make sure the Marquis has caught up with us."