It's time, she decides. (No, it's not about the wolf's boyfriend or the odd test results, and she'll nudge him in the right direction. Just a nudge, as long as he doesn't mess it up.) Time for him to meet an old friend. That mess with the Death Zone hardly counted, as time-fuddled as it was. From the moment they left Sarah Jane on that road, the TARDIS had been searching for a meeting place. Multiple futures were possible–the Royal Albert Hall, Saudi Arabia, Hong Kong. But the latter would have proved fatal, and the others wiggled out of reach in alternate timelines, so this was the earliest she could come. 2006. The TARDIS wants to apologize, but she has to leave that to her thief. And he's never been good at it.