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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

The sound of the TARDIS' cloister bells continued to ring in his ears as his eyes were invaded with a light from nowhere. He'd just stepped out of the TARDIS - or rather, he thought he'd just stepped out of the TARDIS. He was about to step onto earth again with Donna and figure out what exactly was tripping the 'end of the universe' alarm on his quaint time-and-space traveling machine.

However, the Doctor realized with much (albeit odd) amusement that he was not walking. In fact, he wasn't even standing. He certainly wasn't walking into a suburb of Chissick and his rear end felt a wee bit damp. Pushing himself up from the ground he realized that he'd been sitting for a while on a rather damp bit of soil, propped up against a tree. Squinting and running his fingers back through his hair he tried to get his bearings.

He heard a man's voice, though the Doctor found himself not quite listening as he realized his pockets felt awfully light. "Errr..." He started, suddenly feeling compelled to check all his pockets. "Oh, now this isn't funny," he started turning around in a little circle. "This really isn't a good time..." He said, looking around for where he could have dropped his Sonic Screwdriver or misplaced the TARDIS. Or Donna.