My box thought I was depressed and wanted me to snap out of it. Aloud, the Doctor said, "I travel. Set out without a particular destination and wound up here."

A run-in with angels? Angels? The Doctor once again got the feeling his job was going to be so much more difficult than he anticipated. Curiously, this just made him feel more alive and eager. Challenges were good.

"Travel is my medicine," the Doctor said mildly. "Angels, you say? Why, don't they like you?"