InsaneJournal

What was with the alarms? Really, the Doctor didn't quite get it. He had slept well enough in spite of the strange noises (dubbed smoke monster by Shannon) that flowed from the treeline and battered trees and the museum alike. It was like a tornado had ripped through bits of the wood that buffered the town from it's glass enclave.

Just because he was a bit annoyed with not being able to sleep, didn't mean that the Doctor couldn't be productive. So, at the first blow of the alarm the Doctor was up and moving and on his way to the Thrift store. Step one was to try and find what he could to put together an amplifier for his sonic pulse. Emerging from the thrift store, arms laden with wires and bits of metal and a few small tools, it didn't appear that he actually had anything really suitable for making his speaker. Then again, to the naked eye he just had a bunch of scrap.

Awkwardly one of the coils unravelled from his grasp and threatened to trip him. "Oh, fantastic," he muttered, trying to contort so that his right hand could grab it. He thought for a moment his pinky finger could reach. No dice.