Well, it was another day in Dunwich. There seemed to be a lot of emotions going around, and no amount of scanning was telling him the cause of such a thing. It was frustrating, being in this tiny town with all these people in that tiny room and nowhere to go. No mystery he could solve. It seemed like he was failing more often than he wasn't, and seeing the amount of people disappearing back through the MIST, well, the Doctor was on edge.
He wasn't often one to drink - if at all, really, but it seemed like there was just more occasion to do just that here in Dunwich. So with some beers and a blanket, the Doctor found himself out in the backyard of Pickman, leaning against the back of the building and staring up at the stars longingly. He hadn't exactly thought about inviting anyone, but he was in luck tonight.
Caught out of the corner of his eye, he saw one Doctor Stephen Strange. "Well that's brilliant, then, c'mon over, Stephen. I'm planning on drinking and staring at the stars. Join me."