He'd decided about a week into his new life that the worst part about all this was the sleep. Eight hours minimum?! Who needs Eight hours sleep? Time Lords function on one, if that, and it was perfect. Now, he was mortal and sleeping away about half of his life. It didn't make any sense. And worst of all, if he didn't sleep right, well, he was tired all day and his co-ordination was dreadful.

It was quite the alarm clock to hear his name being yelled out. Well, it was his name. Sort of. He still hadn't exactly worked out what name to pick, John was nice but just a bit too human. Perhaps he needed a less human-y human name and--

Right, back to the yelling. Rolling off his bed, he landed on the floor with a thud and awkwardly managed to stagger to his feet, throwing the door open. Being on time and amazing ready for anything was a lot harder as a human.

Yawning, he stuck his head out the door and frowned at the running blond, not quite making out her face. "Hello? Do you need a Doctor or The Doctor?"