Who: The Doctors 10 & 13 Where: Outside the Bureau What: The Doctor picks up him/herself When: Sunday Afternoon Rating: Low
The Doctor left the Bureau with a bit of a huff. It seemed like no matter how much she tried to convince the people at the Bureau to just let her get access to some of the technology, they wouldn't let her. Eventually she had to be escorted out of the building with a 'good luck' that sounded a little disingenuous to her if you asked her.
She took a deep breath - smelled like Texas. Look like Texas too. She was thankful she at least had what was in her pockets. The Doctor pulled out her sonic and pointed it upward. It whirled and then she looked at the results. Looked like it was the twenty-first century. Well, at least it was a century she generally didn't mind.
"Alright... I suppose I should wait since I said I would." Even though she had the urge not to wait. She put her hands in her pocket and tried not to fidget too much.