He wanted nothing more than to go back and make things right on Moya...that was, until he saw Sarah Jane running towards him.

John swallowed, hard, and took staggering steps towards her until they reached each other and then he grabbed her up and swung her around, his arms tight around her.

"Frell." He choked out as he set her back on her feet. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"