Who: Wade and 4 What: Time in the TARDIS When: Today... at least she thinks its today. In the TARDIS its sort of hard to tell. Where: The 4th Doctor's TARDIS (White TARDIS) Why: Because they've been on a trip. Status: Closed, open to K9
Her book had hit a block when he'd offered to take her on a trip. Of course, when he'd suggested it, she had no idea where they were going or when. While she knew what the TARDIS could do, she had spent her time wandering around the corridors of the TARDIS from her room onward, getting lost a few times. This was the trip back, and as she'd come back from the garden - where she'd had a dip in the lake, she'd gotten lost... again. And was now dripping water as she followed k9 back to the console room.
Wade was wrapped in a towel following the metal dog through the hallways. The problem was that most of it looked the same. She'd managed to find a bathing suit she liked in the wardrobe room, making a note to get one of her own, but this one was new, a tag still on it... sort of made her wonder what the TARDIS was pulling. Her hair had grown a bit since she'd arrived, and she had to get it cut back to her pixie style. IT was - after all - her trademark.
"Are you sure this is the way, K9?" She padded through the corridors in her bare feet, wishing that she'd found a pair of flip flops. Her room - the one that had been assigned to her - was just a few doors of the console room.
"Yes Mistress, the Master is in the console room attending to directional navigation," the voice of the metal dog repeated. She wasn't about to argue. He knew this place better than she did. "Here we are." The dog stopped and she was to walk in first... at least she supposed.
"Umm... thanks." She walked through the door and looked around but he wasn't anywehre to be seen. "Doctor?" She called his name, wondering if he was about to pop out of some odd place in the room... It really wouldn't surprise her. Not anymore.