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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

The Doctor couldn't help but feel more and more edgy. The people had both cleaned out his pockets, plunked him down in the middle of nowhere, and saddled him up with someone who seemed to be a bit more... active.

"Sentimental?" The Timelord let the notion run through his head. He didn't really have much he kept around out of sentiment aside from his screwdriver. "Well, there were a few things," he said allowing his mind to continue through the list of things in his pockets including the screwdriver, psychic paper, his watch, TARDIS key. "Oh, no...." He said rather annoyedly. "Ohhhh, no," his hand reflexively went to his forehead. "Of all the things in the universe they could have..."

The Time Lord's mind started working overtime. Even if these people could get to the TARDIS it's not like they could operate it. Sure, they could try and cannibalize it, or maybe even sell it off to a bidder. But, what were the odds that they even knew what they had? They had to know something, they'd taken him, afterall.

"This is not good," hopping down off the counter he pulled on his shoes feeling heavy and damp. "As much as I'd like to play this little game they have here, there are much more important things in the universe to worry about," looking back at the door they'd just come in from he couldn't help but sigh.

"Want to see just how far that forest goes?"