“I’ve no idea,” Steven replied, “Let’s hope we never land there again.” He heard a tinkling sound and looked up to see the Doctor carrying a silver tray with three crystal wine glasses, brimful. “we so rarely get a chance to celebrate,” remarked the Doctor at their unspoken questions.
“Celebrate?” the mystified Steven asked.
“Don’t you remember? In the Police Station – it was Christmas.”
“So it was,” smiled Steven, taking the proffered glass.
“Here’s a toast. A Happy Christmas to all of us,” said the Doctor, bending a benign smile on his young companions. Then he raised his glass high, saluting a host of Absent Friends and turned away.
“And incidentally – a happy Christmas, to all of you at home.”