"Oh, I'd say about forty or fifty years. That is just when someone last poked their head in and decided to stay for ab it. Not actually living here." said The Doctor as he walked up to the gates, flipping the sonic screwdriver up and down in his hand.

He couldn't help but beam at her. Sally Sparrow. She was never really a companion but she was one of the best he had met. So clever, and brave. Just like all of them were really. Except she had her life and he had his own. Sometimes that is just how it was.

"Sally Sparrow." The Doctor's expression turned fond. "Still looking into those old and sad things. Do they still make you happy?"