"Where am I..." she answered breathlessly, her voice tinged with the threat of confused delerium but so much joy. He was here, he'd come back for her. Every stupid pathetic self doubting fear that she'd had that it had been intentional, washed away from her in floods of emotion at the sound of his voice. His voice, the Doctor's voice. Her Doctor's voice.

"Wait, where am I?" she asked of the woman whose face seemed to be fading in and out of focus. He'll have heard the response from Jean before Astrid could manage to repeat it. "Shelterline, West Houghton Road."