[As if Nine would appear any time before "half-past fashionably late". The whooshing, popping, grinding of the TARDIS engines were immediately followed by a cocky Nine leaning against the wooden framing of the doors.]

"Technically speaking, I came first, so, er, he's the Child of Time? Hullo, Bob, Rose, Bob's kids. How's life?"

He peeked out a bit further and offered Sam a little wave. "Can we wrap this up, got a hotel reservation."