"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," said Martha, laughing. Admittedly, that did mean she was thinking about the whole volcano thing, and how she and the skalds and the Doctor had to sing the ancient alien intelligence under the volcano back to sleep so the Droussae couldn't steal its power before it spawned.

It had taken a hell of a lot of alcohol, though fortunately the TARDIS was good at hangover cures and the Doctor made a mean fryup. She missed it all, not just him. She was trying not to think about that.

Though maybe she should, considering her situation.

"It was a good time, though," she added, not to seem unfriendly to stoner bloke. "I'd like to go back sometime. Maybe when it's not winter."