His mother cried when she saw his empty sleeve, and again when he went clumsily to her -- still unsteady on the solid ground -- and found he was an inch the taller. She wore lavender taffeta, and her hair was greyer than Will remembered it.
To escape her worried, bewildered eyes he does his studying in the garden, sitting on the grass with a book propped on his knee and his back against the ivy-covered wall. When his head begins to spin with tangents and cosines, he takes to drawing caterpillars and ladybirds, unconsciously imitating the Doctor’s frown of concentration.