The Doctor, having gone back to the TARDIS for a few more energy crystals for his device, hadn't expected a knock on the door. Generally, knocks only occurred in the 1950s, when he forgot to put up the 'Out of Order' sign on the door. This? This was odd.
How many knocks was that? Panic hit the Doctor in the stomach. Four? Was it time? No, no, it sounded like three. Followed by a laugh.
Very odd.
Warily, he stepped towards the TARDIS door and slowly opened it. The man before him looked...odd. He was tall and thin, with a white beard, red trousers, and a green velvet jacket, with a black hat tilted over one eye. It was like time had bundled him together into one person. It was odd.
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Date: 2009-12-19 07:05 pm (UTC)How many knocks was that? Panic hit the Doctor in the stomach. Four? Was it time? No, no, it sounded like three. Followed by a laugh.
Very odd.
Warily, he stepped towards the TARDIS door and slowly opened it. The man before him looked...odd. He was tall and thin, with a white beard, red trousers, and a green velvet jacket, with a black hat tilted over one eye. It was like time had bundled him together into one person. It was odd.
"Hello."