Time Lords might if they’d had the sense to regenerate with wings.
The Doctor still hasn’t gotten that sorted yet. If he can’t figure out the Ginger Secret, what makes Eva think he can manage wings?
It most definitely is a waterfall and the odd thing is, he’s dead certain that he didn’t put one there. It’s new. He has no idea where it goes, if it has a bottom, if he ought to tell Eva it might not have a bottom and they could be falling quite a while and apparently the dinghy has better ideas because it’s tired of his dithering. They’re already falling. The Doctor can feel the drop trying to suck the air from his lungs as they crash through the choppy waves and foam, the storm a swirling ugly mass above them. Lighting streaks out, striking the ocean only yards away. It hits the water with a deafening sizzle, throwing off blue sparks.
Eva probably has the best idea. He shoots her a bedraggled look through his sopped hair, nods, and holds tight to the boat as it tips over.
The roar of the waterfall is deafening. Streaks of light rush underneath the water, looking for a moment almost pretty, and then they’re falling and spinning away into the darkness.
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Date: 2012-05-24 12:11 am (UTC)The Doctor still hasn’t gotten that sorted yet. If he can’t figure out the Ginger Secret, what makes Eva think he can manage wings?
It most definitely is a waterfall and the odd thing is, he’s dead certain that he didn’t put one there. It’s new. He has no idea where it goes, if it has a bottom, if he ought to tell Eva it might not have a bottom and they could be falling quite a while and apparently the dinghy has better ideas because it’s tired of his dithering. They’re already falling. The Doctor can feel the drop trying to suck the air from his lungs as they crash through the choppy waves and foam, the storm a swirling ugly mass above them. Lighting streaks out, striking the ocean only yards away. It hits the water with a deafening sizzle, throwing off blue sparks.
Eva probably has the best idea. He shoots her a bedraggled look through his sopped hair, nods, and holds tight to the boat as it tips over.
The roar of the waterfall is deafening. Streaks of light rush underneath the water, looking for a moment almost pretty, and then they’re falling and spinning away into the darkness.