The Doctor was messing with the wires to his house, trying to fix them, when he spotted Balthazar about.

"Oi!" He called over and waved, realizing it had been a long time since he had talked to him. "Those look rightly pitiful." He nods to the plants collected in his basket, "But what other choice do we have, eh?"

He rubbed at his closed eyelid at the notion. They couldn't change anything here.