The Doctor’s surprisingly easy to shove – being distracted and being a walking scarecrow probably didn’t help either. He glances over at her yelp, turning as if he’s been shot. Oh dear! It seems she’s taken a ball of hail right to the face, which…sounds right for a human and their instinct to downright attract this sort of thing. You’d think they would have evolved out of this stage by now. The Doctor scurries over, looks her over to make sure she hasn’t lost any teeth – and yes, Eva, his ears are red at the sheer language -- and satisfied she’s more or less alright, hands her another one of his typically awful handkerchiefs and scurries back to his post.

For how busy he looks, it doesn’t look like there’s much to be done about getting out of the storm. Hail contains to clatter onto the deck. More splashes into the often, the waves choppy and sending up big white sprays.

The Doctor has time to wonder if this might be another glitch in the TARDIS.

It takes him a moment to realize there’s a roaring sound, even over the thunder and the lightning. The Doctors squints against the gray rain slapping against his face, wiping his sopping wet fringe out of his eyes as he yells at Eva.

“What’s the noise?” It’s one of those human failings he’d picked up. He thinks he knows exactly what it is, he just hopes he’s wrong.

Through the gray murk, there’s a foaming line of mist up ahead, water churning, the ocean rushing toward that line where it simply drops off. Odd, he didn’t remember a waterfall being here…