This is turning out to be an exciting month, isn't it?
[ his voice is a little muffled; he's head and shoulders under his bed, apparently searching for something. His room is remarkably neat for a teenage boy; there are a few textbooks scattered around his bookbag, as well as two full shopping bags worth of chocolate sitting on the floor. Yes, he still has a fan brigade; the Doctor isn't here to make fun of him about it this year, but just because he's recovering from suddenly being gloriously, wonderfully alive, and really, what more could you ask for than that? He's looking remarkably relaxed as he emerges from beneath the bed, holding a shoebox. It's full of things that he doesn't actively need but would really rather keep, and he opens it, taking out what looks to be a tarot card ]
I had a hunch this would turn out to be more than a memento.