There's some scrabbling sounds like someone is trying to push through the brush and then a sigh, an impressed "these are really good knots, for a plant!", and then the Doctor tries to call Eva over again.
"Eva, over here!" The voice is low to the ground and once Eva gets close enough to poke through the brush, she'll be able to see that the Doctor has somehow managed to end up tied to the ground by some of the roots.
He already looks bored out of his skull. That's the danger of this forest he's starting to realize. Dreadfully dull! Hardly a proper Everything Forest when Nothing is all that seems to be happening here. Maybe he ought to change the name, when he's not in danger of dying of boredom (literally). Give it a few centuries locked up in here. It's oddly poetic given his history and that near-miss with the Pandorica -- he has to wonder if this was one of the Master's little touches. If so, it's a bit brilliant, he has to admit. The Doctor's face lights up when he lays eyes on Eva.
Eva Salazar. Unlike Amy, the girl who won't wait. Oh Eva, he could kiss you! In fact he might have to after this! You don't understand how horrible death by boredom is to someone like him! The Doctor shivers, partially from thinking about all that Time stretching out and nothing to do or see, and also because really, it is rather cold, Eva, and his tweed jacket is already soaked through with snow. He tries to beckon her over with his chin, trying to pantomime that she should use that human ingenuity of hers and try to cut him loose without getting caught by the roots.
Going to have Eva free Eleven instead of Victoria
There's some scrabbling sounds like someone is trying to push through the brush and then a sigh, an impressed "these are really good knots, for a plant!", and then the Doctor tries to call Eva over again.
"Eva, over here!" The voice is low to the ground and once Eva gets close enough to poke through the brush, she'll be able to see that the Doctor has somehow managed to end up tied to the ground by some of the roots.
He already looks bored out of his skull. That's the danger of this forest he's starting to realize. Dreadfully dull! Hardly a proper Everything Forest when Nothing is all that seems to be happening here. Maybe he ought to change the name, when he's not in danger of dying of boredom (literally). Give it a few centuries locked up in here. It's oddly poetic given his history and that near-miss with the Pandorica -- he has to wonder if this was one of the Master's little touches. If so, it's a bit brilliant, he has to admit. The Doctor's face lights up when he lays eyes on Eva.
Eva Salazar. Unlike Amy, the girl who won't wait. Oh Eva, he could kiss you! In fact he might have to after this! You don't understand how horrible death by boredom is to someone like him! The Doctor shivers, partially from thinking about all that Time stretching out and nothing to do or see, and also because really, it is rather cold, Eva, and his tweed jacket is already soaked through with snow. He tries to beckon her over with his chin, trying to pantomime that she should use that human ingenuity of hers and try to cut him loose without getting caught by the roots.
Don't worry, Eva. He trusts you to do the job.