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Gro 7 was, actually, not the most interesting planet the Doctor had ever been on. They grew a lot of very pretty but very boring plants and served very bland cocktails at the local bar. He scoured about for a bit, taking in the dull local sites, then opted to try again with the randomizer for something interesting.
After all, when this little joyride ended, he'd go to find Ood Sigma. He'd give up on the life he was living and move on. And he didn't want that. He never wanted it to stop, never wanted to just give in.
He hopped around another bouquet of flowers on his way to the TARDIS. A young man in a tweed jacket very nearly knocked him over as he turned to leave.
"Big enough walkway for both of us!" the Doctor called to him, irritated.
The man turned and gave him an oddly nostalgic look behind his dark, floppy hair before walking off, silently.
Odd. Still, places to go. Things to do.
After all, when this little joyride ended, he'd go to find Ood Sigma. He'd give up on the life he was living and move on. And he didn't want that. He never wanted it to stop, never wanted to just give in.
He hopped around another bouquet of flowers on his way to the TARDIS. A young man in a tweed jacket very nearly knocked him over as he turned to leave.
"Big enough walkway for both of us!" the Doctor called to him, irritated.
The man turned and gave him an oddly nostalgic look behind his dark, floppy hair before walking off, silently.
Odd. Still, places to go. Things to do.
