"Excuse me?" A much older (though he doesn't know it) Doctor comes wandering her way from around the other side of the garden wall. He thought he saw a familiar blue box and it appears he has company again. That seems to be a reoccurring thing in his latest visions of the TARDIS. All sorts of people, not always human, either in the box with him or running towards the box to safety or to take him down. He'll gladly take this dream with an ordinary looking young lady over the one with the alien soldiers shooting at him.

"Hello," he gives her a more proper greeting once he's clear of the hedges from the garden. With a better look at her he feels a twinge of familiarity or nostalgia tug at him. "Have we met? I feel as though we've met." It's becoming easier to recognize that feeling between visions. He raises a finger, and opens his mouth, hoping her name will spill out instinctively. It doesn't come to him just yet. "Oh. Virgo programming. Has me tongue tied again," he grumbles.