Who: Apollo and OPEN Where: Park. When: Saturday lunchtime. What: Apollo is being his usual pushy self and taking his lunch break.
Sam didn't like it. Sam didn't like much of what Apollo did at the moment, but the Greek God was finding it very hard to care. He felt stronger than he had in a long, long time - since he had first woken in Sam all those years ago, as it happened. And he wanted to be able to stretch his will as he saw fit. So the young Doctor was packed up in the back of his own head, elbowed out of the way by the personality that was currently reclining on a bench at the side of the park, head rolled back and eyes closed - the very picture of a man without a care in the world.
The part of the park he'd chosen to take his few moments in was sunnier than it had any right to be at the beginning of March, light seeming to flood the clearing through a convenient break in the clouds. It caught in the young Doctor's fair hair and bathed the earth, caused passers by to squint and blink in confusion. Apollo was pleased with himself. It was so dark here. So dark and cold. He didn't understand why they'd bothered settling here at all. With a lazy, crooked smile, he opened his eyes to scan the area again, ignoring the way Sam grumbled in the back of his head as he watched the joggers and dog-walkers on their journeys.