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more my speed (open, perhaps to 'THEM' or Rose, or anyone!)
The Doctor had been nothing short of frustrated the entire time he was on that island. He was glad Rose was alright, but she was far away, and after everything... he had to protect her.
And the others.
That was his job, wasn't it? Why he'd survived the Time War? Why he'd made such great, great sacrifices?
He woke up this time in a fairly posh room, one that looked a lot like...
The Doctor sat up. The TARDIS was in the corner, he was not inside it, yet the room looked like his room inside the TARDIS. On the bedside table, there was his psychic paper and Sonic Screwdriver, and he could see his leather jacked hanging on a hanger off a dresser knob.
Well, at least there was that.
He dressed and grabbed all of his gadgets, patted the TARDIS happily, resolving to thoroughly inspect her shortly, and left the room.
He knew he was on a space ship. Oh, he knew.
Rose was priority one right now. And he head off to find her.
And the others.
That was his job, wasn't it? Why he'd survived the Time War? Why he'd made such great, great sacrifices?
He woke up this time in a fairly posh room, one that looked a lot like...
The Doctor sat up. The TARDIS was in the corner, he was not inside it, yet the room looked like his room inside the TARDIS. On the bedside table, there was his psychic paper and Sonic Screwdriver, and he could see his leather jacked hanging on a hanger off a dresser knob.
Well, at least there was that.
He dressed and grabbed all of his gadgets, patted the TARDIS happily, resolving to thoroughly inspect her shortly, and left the room.
He knew he was on a space ship. Oh, he knew.
Rose was priority one right now. And he head off to find her.