InsaneJournal

The younger (older looking) Doctor had spent most of his day yesterday and the day before at the gas station, dismantling one of the gas pumps there, taking it apart piece by piece and keeping the pieces he thought he'd need. It had taken him a few hours but he'd gotten it all done in a reasonable time and had soon hauled all of his small pieces back to his place in the museum. He didn't have everything he'd need, he would have to take apart one of those cars and use it for parts.. but he was relatively close. He had half of the parts he thought he'd need. And right now, he had spread them all out on the desk, in the middle of the museum lobby. The chair was long gone, but the desk remained, so he was standing next to it, picking through the parts and setting them out according to where they needed to go. But his mind wasn't on the work, not really. He had Rose on the brain. He had Ten on the brain. He had Remy LeBeau, Sarah Jane and Jack Harkness on the brain, and it was had to focus, but he was doing an admirable job of trying.

He had to get in touch with Sarah Jane soon, she had parts and pieces as well. K-9's ear, which was really an antenna, that he would need for this thing. But he didn't want to write her because he was concerned she might try to brave coming across the town of killer birds in order to get to him. And that wasn't something he wanted. So the Doctor just kept working on those parts, organizing. Keeping busy. He needed to.