AL rubs her head. "Time travel can sure give you a headache...even when you're a time traveler." She scratches the back of her neck, blinks, glances upward, then smiles. She goes to Twelve and pats his arm. "I just got the word...your time out is over."

He smiles, a rare sight for this Doctor actually, and leaps up from his seat. "About time!"

AL shrugs. "Hey, wasn't up to me, love. The alter ego decided it."