Who? The Doctor & OPEN. Where? The local school. When? Morning. What? Finding himself some employment. Rating? G, I assume.
The Doctor wasn't finding out anything of any use by hanging about his apartment and the local cafes, and so it was time for him to resort to his usually foolproof plan - find employment, blend in, and dig deep for information. It seemed that there was one form of employment that had always served him best - teaching. The school was the heart of any community in his opinion, and if he was going to blend in and have unlimited access to both students, their parents, and other members of staff... it was ideal.
After shuffling about in his drawers long enough, he had found the records Mickey had forced for him a few years ago. Mind you, he wasn't sure a town like this was going to be too fussy about the validty of his qualifications - he was probably the most qualified person to teach history left in the universe. He would just have to remember to make a distinction between what actually happened and what was commonly believed to have happed according to this period in Earths history.
It hadn't taken him long to secure a job, and as he walked out of the headmaster's office he felt as if it had somehow been too easy. He was definitely going to look into the headmaster's history, that much was certain. As he wandered through the corridors with the help of a visitors map, he felt increasingly uneasy. It looked like any other school... but it was precisely that which bothered him. If everyone had just woken up here, why were there already posters on the walls, displays of students academic achievements... and as he rounded the corner he even came upon a trophy cabinet. He bent down to peer through the glass at the awards, trying to make out a date or a name that might act as a starting point. Being a Saturday, he really wasn't expecting to be noticed by anyone, so he pulled out his sonic screwdriver and started to pick the lock.