The Doctor’s a dark shadow a few yards away, facing the sea. He turns at her voice, just an outline. There’s stars alright, bright and alien and none of the constellations match but after Stacy, that’s really just a given.
“I’m right here, Eva,” the Doctor’s voice is gentle.
It’s about an hour or so before it should get lighter out – dawn in the TARDIS, basically! It’s been awhile since he’s gone this deep into the old girl and seen her stars, and he’s glad that he’s doing it with a friend. There’s something far too lonely about doing it by himself. Even if Eva has a habit of drooling into the sand. Well. Crying, mostly, but there’s some drooling too. The Doctor reaches into his pocket to pull out one of his typically hideous handkerchiefs, flapping it in the air like he means to put out a fire as he walks back up the beach. The handkerchief is offered to Eva as the Doctor bustles about the remnants of their little campfire, kicking sand over it with his boot.
“So I think maybe we ought to make a detour. Just a little one.” The Doctor glances up at Eva, having given her plenty of time to get cleaned up. Some humans are fussy like that (he knows Amy is). “I’ve been having problems with the time engines since the TARDIS landed on Stacy and I think if we can get to them, maybe we could fix them.”
He lets that sink in, as if Eva’s been with him every step of the way to know what that means. After having so many humans with him, sometimes it blurs together which ones have been there long enough to know and which ones haven’t.
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“I’m right here, Eva,” the Doctor’s voice is gentle.
It’s about an hour or so before it should get lighter out – dawn in the TARDIS, basically! It’s been awhile since he’s gone this deep into the old girl and seen her stars, and he’s glad that he’s doing it with a friend. There’s something far too lonely about doing it by himself. Even if Eva has a habit of drooling into the sand. Well. Crying, mostly, but there’s some drooling too. The Doctor reaches into his pocket to pull out one of his typically hideous handkerchiefs, flapping it in the air like he means to put out a fire as he walks back up the beach. The handkerchief is offered to Eva as the Doctor bustles about the remnants of their little campfire, kicking sand over it with his boot.
“So I think maybe we ought to make a detour. Just a little one.” The Doctor glances up at Eva, having given her plenty of time to get cleaned up. Some humans are fussy like that (he knows Amy is). “I’ve been having problems with the time engines since the TARDIS landed on Stacy and I think if we can get to them, maybe we could fix them.”
He lets that sink in, as if Eva’s been with him every step of the way to know what that means. After having so many humans with him, sometimes it blurs together which ones have been there long enough to know and which ones haven’t.