When the Doctor had told Roxas he was at the Nifleheim gate "right now", he'd inadvertently lied. Being unfamiliar with this strange and beautiful new world and the way it worked, when he'd tried to send the TARDIS into the time vortex, he was dismayed to find he couldn't even do that much. A few re-wiring sessions and a couple dozen thrown shoes later, he decided to walk; he couldn't very well let the Master find out where the TARDIS was hidden.

It was a good thing, then, that he'd arrived just in time to hear Roxas wonder where he was. He was good with time; he'd always been good with time. "I'm right here," came the cheerful and not the least bit frustrated (no, not at all, not even a little) reply, the Eleventh adjusting his bow tie and trying not to appear terribly put out. "Hello, again. Good to see you."