Ten snaps back to reality, his gaze being drawn back from somewhere in the locality of a point about a foot above Rose's left shoulder and back to her face. "Yes. Plan. Um..."

He shrugs and sighs. "Well, I managed to get a reading on him. Only briefly, mind you," he says heavily, leaning on the TARDIS. "Then I lost him again. So, at the minute, the plan is to come up with a plan. I've always wanted to say that! Plan to come up with a plan..."

He quickly sobers up again. "Anyway. We'll find him. Somehow."