4:15PM
The Doctor was still lugging around a completely intact version of the survival kit. It had the journal at the very bottom, the cap of the water positioned to hang out through a hole he'd cut in the side of the box, and a handle had been fashioned along it's top. Apparently, the Doctor had tweaked his gift to suit his own needs. Make no mistake, it was functional, but not pretty.
Having passed Ted on the way further down the Carnival's wide thoroughfare, the thin brunette paused for a moment looking over the Fortune Telling tent. With a shrug and a smile he would step inside, looking over the woman with her rifle and the poor soul chained up there.
"Well, Hello," he said gently looking around the tent as if he was searching for something. The woman just gave him a sort of sneer.
"Are you alright?" Clearly the younger man was not supposed to be in here.