"Drills and hurricanes, you lot really do know how to bring in what you know best, don't you?" The Doctor's snappish tone is, for those who aren't already aware, a defense mechanism against the sudden, stabbing panic of something being wrong.
He darts across the street towards the open car. There's a quiet beep beep of the interior door being open. He looks inside. There's a baby carrier in the back seat, but there's no baby.
"Looks like an oil leak," he says, gesturing to the dark red stain underneath the car. It smells coppery, and that's what automobile oil smells like, isn't it?
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Date: 2009-08-18 04:24 pm (UTC)He darts across the street towards the open car. There's a quiet beep beep of the interior door being open. He looks inside. There's a baby carrier in the back seat, but there's no baby.
"Looks like an oil leak," he says, gesturing to the dark red stain underneath the car. It smells coppery, and that's what automobile oil smells like, isn't it?