"Pardon, one side, sir," came a voice from behind the Doctor. Should he turn around, he would find...himself. A younger version of himself. Well, sort of. It was his eighth incarnation, not too long before the change to the one who wouldn't carry the title Doctor.

"I take it you're new as well? That blasted Q is quite the magpie, isn't he? Well, pardon me, I may be able to call forth the bartender here at Ten Forward. A delightful woman, Quinan is. Tell me, what is your name? Do you recognize anything here?"