The Doctor stood aside, pretending to care what an impossibly inebriated flower girl was saying to him as she danced to the music. He smiled at her as she spoke, but his mind was fully on the half of the conversation that was coming from Jack.
(Right, not fully. Partially. The other part was on the light in the sky, the TARDIS not too far from them, and the buzz from the fixed-ness of everything around them.)
Three weeks. Why would Jack agree to three weeks? Of course, in the grand scheme of things, three weeks wasn't all that long. But the Doctor's feet always itched when he had to stay put for too long.
"Allons-y?" he said to Jack, nodding to the TARDIS. He put a mark in his internal memory to come back to this time, figure out what happened here.
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(Right, not fully. Partially. The other part was on the light in the sky, the TARDIS not too far from them, and the buzz from the fixed-ness of everything around them.)
Three weeks. Why would Jack agree to three weeks? Of course, in the grand scheme of things, three weeks wasn't all that long. But the Doctor's feet always itched when he had to stay put for too long.
"Allons-y?" he said to Jack, nodding to the TARDIS. He put a mark in his internal memory to come back to this time, figure out what happened here.