"Good, because I'll hold you to that," came the reply. The Doctor laid a hand on the boy's shoulder and smiled, in spite of how he really felt. "We can get tea later. I will contact you over the message boards if I have to, Roxas." He led the way out, not pausing to examine the odd sphere as he'd intended; right now, it looked like Roxas needed to get home, and a distraction wouldn't help.