Who: The Doctors, Nine and Eleven What: A meeting When: Evening Where: The hotel Status: Incomplete Rating: Low
He was not amused. Bellboy? Honestly, he was the Doctor! The oncoming storm, for pity's sake. Not to mention there was an eight year-old Scottish girl with some kind of intergalactic traveler in her home. And the Tardis was nothing if not difficult sometimes, for all that he loved her. Who knew if he'd be able to arrive at the correct point in Amelia's timestream.
Still, for the moment, he had to do something to keep from going batty, and that did not involve helping late night arrivals with their bags. Well, not nicely. He'd thrown the bags into the room, given the guests a curt nod and then left without a word. He'd already memorized the entire layout of the hotel, the plumbing, the electrical circuiting... It was only a matter of time before he knew as much about this place as its creator.
He was so focused on contemplating his next move, he didn't even register someone else moving down the hallway, until his shoulder connected with a sound thwack. "You could watch where you're going..." Voice drifted off as eyes registered the other man, a grin spreading. "Look at you. Fond memories, those. Still, could've done without the jumper." Not to mention the leather jacket.