InsaneJournal

Dressed in blue pinstripes, the Doctor spread his coat out over the emerald grass, stretching his long legs before him and sitting down. He settled on top of the worn item of clothing, his back against the blue wood of the TARDIS. He could feel the energy pulsing through her, rippling through the wood. She wanted to get moving as much as he did, was just a frustrated by whatever it was that was stopping them. The Doctor couldn't remember the last time he'd spent so long in one place. He couldn't even move the blue box into another area of the city. She was just... stuck. It was as if an invisible hand was holding her down.

There was a strange whooshing sound from somewhere inside the machine, and the Doctor reached behind him to run his fingers down the painted wood, hushing his ship as one would a startled animal. He needed to figure this out... Both of him did. He didn't know when his next regeneration would return, but for the moment he was on his own, guarding a broken ship. Still, there were worse places to be stuck...

He peered out over the park, watching the colours shift in the park. The pale blue of the sky, the vivid green of the foliage and the earthy browns. He had to admit, whoever had made this synthetic world had some talent. The place was <i>beautiful</i. And the people here... The <i>incredible, legendary</i> people... It made him shiver to think of it. It was incredible, but at the same time he knew he shouldn't be so impressed. They shouldn't be here. None of them should. It was all... wrong. Beautifully wrong.

His eye caught on a lone figure moving over the grass, and large, dark eyes stared in a way that was almost rude. If he wasn't mistaking, that young man was approaching him... That was strange. Why was he doing that?