‘Where now?’ the Doctor said. He was like a kid at a funfair, trying to decide which ride to go on next. He stood poised, waggling his fingers, his face glowing green in the light from the TARDIS console. Donna thought he looked like a string bean in a blue suit. A string bean with trainers and sticky-out hair.‘Dunno about you,’ she said, ‘but I could do with a breather.’ ‘A breather!’ he said, aghast.