The Eleventh Doctor is older than the sky itself (oldbutnew) wrote in utr_logs,
Within the encampment, Eleven was getting antsy. Standing still when he was nervous was never a strong point, and freezing Roman Britain didn't make anything easier. He was pretty sure things were going to start dropping off if he didn't get his clothes back soon.
He was just about to steal another torque to write another, even more desperate message, when something familiar caught his eye. True, they were a distance away, but there was just no mistaking people like River and Jack.
Rassilon, he'd have to hide all he could before Jack got too close. That'd just be too traumatic for his semi-frozen Time Lord self to deal with.