Gold's Hill House with its well kept little garden, its rain barrels and hand hewn awnings, already looks quite lived in. The Doctor has excellent timing. Not that Gold is a workaholic or a social butterfly. But there is still always the chance that either he is not the one that answers if anyone answers at all -- he might have been in town.

As it is, there he is answering the door. A little surprised, but not outwardly put out. They had agreed to meet at some point. Just not precisely when. And perhaps there was something else.

"Good afternoon."