"I'm in a lot of dreams," admits Andrew, though there's no recognition in his eyes as he peers at the much taller man. And no wonder, if he thinks he's the Doctor -- Andrew got over the need to introduce himself by that title quite a while ago. Of course, him knowing the Doctor doesn't mean he's necessarily friendly.

He starts at the sudden appearance of the book. The way it drops out of the air, it seems like maybe one of the people passing by dropped it on the man, though no one pauses to apologize or demand it back. Andrew takes a moment to consider whether it's wise to climb aboard a book held by a stranger who might be a friend, enemy, or casual acquaintance of his progenitor. Then a child actually walks through the narrow space between him and Spike, trainer nearly landing right on top of Andrew, and he hurriedly darts for the safety of Jonathan Swift. "Remind me of your name?" he asks breathlessly, planting himself in center of the cover.