The Doctor laughs. A warm, friendly, surprised and adoring sound. The kind of brilliant light that doesn't sound like darkness has ever touched it. The hug going right along with it. Miracles happened through out space and time, but not one like this. Not even to him. There was no spliced second in time when he would not have hugged Lucie back so long after any ability for her to do that at all had long gone.

For another second longer, she's still Lucie Miller. The same weight, the same smell, the same impulsive quickness, the same same bright voice. Leaving him grinning ear to ear, when she pulls back, all judgement on her face but still bright joy in her eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey." The Doctor pulled back himself, dusting off the trenchcoat edges and looking down at his shoes. "These are great. Totally springy." There's a roll of a smirk right into it. "Great for running." There was always so much running. It didn't matter who he was, or when. There was so much running. He loved the running. "It was about time I finally broke out a pair of these again. You wouldn't believe how long it's been."

"Well-" He grinned, indulgently, rolling that word long. "You might."