The Ninth Doctor (turnoftheearth) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-02-21 20:29:00 |
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Never one too be too fond of dealing with people, being out all morning doing just that had done quite a number on what patience Daniel did have. There had been a reason he had moved up North, away from the bigger cities and the packed avenues. Since coming back from the Middle East, everything just felt crowded and uncomfortable, and in large groups of people, sometimes he saw people who couldn't possibly be there. The government-mandated therapist had tried to explain to him that was normal, that after what he had experienced, it was understandable for these things to happen. Daniel had only endured that long enough to be declared sound and he never talked to the man again. What made this outing tolerable was the fact that it was all so that he would be able to put more work into the car that had actually pulled him out of his secluded little world in the north of England. That '63 Lincoln Continental had been the car he'd always loved, one that his father had actually owned for some time back in the late sixties until he sold it to buy some Japanese car. Daniel had always wanted to get another one of them, and after his father died, finding one had become something of an obsession, but either no one was selling, or they were asking far too much for him, obsession or not. When this car had been announced, an old acquaintance and client had pointed him in its direction and the rest was history. The car was as beat up as the advert claimed it would be, and Daniel knew that was why the price had been driven down as low as it had been. What he saved in buying the car like this would all go into repairing her so she'd be able to run again. It was going to be an investment, but he was more than willing to put his time and money into it. So the morning had been full of him moving from scrapyard to scrapyard looking for anything salvageable. After a few hours of searching, Daniel knew he wasn't going to find much more in this area and decided to stop into a small cafe to get himself something to tide him over before he moved into the next group of yards. Inside the small cafe, Daniel was halted just beyond the door. "They giving food away in here," he grumbled absently, half to himself but loud enough to be heard by the person in front of him. |