“What’s that now? Oh, her? Yes, yes, of course,” the Doctor waves Eva’s question away. “She’ll be fine.”
It’s not the first time she started taking on water and, he thinks, it’ll probably happen again anyway in the near future. The TARDIS is a tough girl – she’ll be okay. The Doctor spends the kayak-trip rubbernecking at the pond, their rescuers, chatting them up and by the time they make it to shore, he’s acquired an invitation to the local knitting club and a soggy newspaper. Shoving the newspaper under his arm, the Doctor steps out of the kayak with a splash and turns to look back at the TARDIS. She’s no longer in sight, having sunk to the bottom only minutes ago. Hopefully she won’t be towed. If there’s a UNIT on this version of Earth, there’s a real chance that could happen.
“I’ll get that sorted,” the Doctor says quickly. “Now! Let’s find out where we are.”
He huddles off to the side with his soggy newspaper, a few onlookers still gaping at him and Eva. Snapping open the newspaper – hard to do when it’s wet, but he tries anyway – the Doctor scans the headlines and dates, flicking through the running ink.
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Date: 2013-02-27 05:13 pm (UTC)It’s not the first time she started taking on water and, he thinks, it’ll probably happen again anyway in the near future. The TARDIS is a tough girl – she’ll be okay. The Doctor spends the kayak-trip rubbernecking at the pond, their rescuers, chatting them up and by the time they make it to shore, he’s acquired an invitation to the local knitting club and a soggy newspaper. Shoving the newspaper under his arm, the Doctor steps out of the kayak with a splash and turns to look back at the TARDIS. She’s no longer in sight, having sunk to the bottom only minutes ago. Hopefully she won’t be towed. If there’s a UNIT on this version of Earth, there’s a real chance that could happen.
“I’ll get that sorted,” the Doctor says quickly. “Now! Let’s find out where we are.”
He huddles off to the side with his soggy newspaper, a few onlookers still gaping at him and Eva. Snapping open the newspaper – hard to do when it’s wet, but he tries anyway – the Doctor scans the headlines and dates, flicking through the running ink.