[When the Doctor opens the door of his TARDIS to be peppered with rain drops - and that is a very accurate way of putting it - he makes a most dignified sound and quickly shuts it again. He then proceeds to turn the rooms inside-out and upside-down in hunt for something more rain-appropriate, because he's not one to stay in the TARDIS just because of bad weather but he doesn't much feel like getting utterly soaked.

Once he manages to find a raincoat (a yellow one, hah), he wraps himself tightly in it, pulls the hood over his head and slips out of the TARDIS.

There is a familiar pang unlike any other that he hasn't felt for a long time as he marches down the street, one that started as just barely a tickle at the back of his mind until he's passed the crossroad. He stops dead then - it can't be - and backtracks as he leans backwards and peers to the right just in time to see a shape disappear in-between buildings.

He would be truly, truly foolish not to follow, as much as he wants to believe the sense of recognition is nothing whatsoever. The rain has since long seeped through his shoes and his trousers where the coat doesn't cover, but he doesn't notice as he finds himself pretty much running towards the corner and skidding into the alleyway.]