Ianto only startles a little at the arrival of the not-Doctor, who is... not at all what he was imagining. "Very vintage. Does he wear capes?" And spend time in a laboratory? Asking the important questions. "He looks very, erm..." Eyebrows? "Stern." And not blindly optimistic, maybe that's what the TARDIS meant. It's hard to tell from a representation in a dream, but he looks very no-nonsense. Maybe he's a new, gritty Doctor.

Ianto reaches out to prod the representation of the Doctor in the thigh, hoping for a reaction. It's not even solid, and he waves ineffectually at the hem of its coat. It hasn't moved, but it seems like those eyebrows are judging him even harder now. "He'll settle in soon enough. He has to."