He slapped his face to get him out of that thought pattern. It wasn't good. Many more fantasies like that and he'd practically be Jack Harkness.
It had been a while since he'd seen anyone that had travelled with him. He still yearned Amy and Rory's presence, and he was still torn up over what to feel about Clara, glad of the free time he had to think whilst she was away.
But he had too much free time, and he needed something to do.
Pacing the streets of darkening London was not on his to-do list.
Away from the hubbub of an awakening night-life in the city centre, the Doctor casually strolled down the pavements of the lesser seen residential London, home to the majority of its population, of which most would be settling down for another eve