Nov. 27th, 2010 at 3:55 PM
Who: The Doctor, Molly the Waitress (NPC)
When: Late Friday / early Saturday morning, around 2 a.m.
Where: An all-night restaurant somewhere in London.
What: Post-showdown with the Master, the Doctor staggers off to recuperate. And, you know, catch a bite - regrowing a face is hungry work.
Rating: G/PGish.
( He stomped grumpily through the streets in Caitlin's too-small, ruby red ballet flats, limping slightly due to the way the rounded toe-box pinched his feet. )
When: Late Friday / early Saturday morning, around 2 a.m.
Where: An all-night restaurant somewhere in London.
What: Post-showdown with the Master, the Doctor staggers off to recuperate. And, you know, catch a bite - regrowing a face is hungry work.
Rating: G/PGish.
( He stomped grumpily through the streets in Caitlin's too-small, ruby red ballet flats, limping slightly due to the way the rounded toe-box pinched his feet. )