The Doctor noticed Sarah jumping out of the car and gathered that she didn't want to snap at him again. He presumed the flowers and chocolates had put her in a better mood.

He had made the reservation at one of his favourite restaurants, a small Italian place with a good wine list. He hoped she wasn't expecting something more modern and trendy.

"They make the best pasta I've had outside of Italy." He offered her his arm, half expecting that she wouldn't take it.