"Hm? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I reckon so." The Doctor spun a wheel and leaned against the console with one arm, considering John as if the answer was in him instead of his to make. In a way that was true though. John had done a good job the last few days, admirably so even. And he was a distraction, almost enough to stop him from thinking about the four knocks just around the corner. "We'll just have to figure out where, won't we?"

Maybe one last trip. How much could one last trip hurt? "Where would you want to go, John Hart?" Full name, because he was in that habit, and then, just because, one addition with a smile. "Captain?"