The Doctor picks up his jacket and tosses it over one arm. He's not going to be able to put it on, not with the state of his shoulder.
"Oh, all right. Another trip to the sea, then." He's not about to complain. If he's perfectly honest with himself (which he won't be), he'd like to keep this 'one trip' going for as long as he can.
"You know what else we need? A trip to a diner, I think. Somewhere that serves real, proper food. I'm starving!" He leads the way to the door and peers around the corner. Nothing again, just the eerie light.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2010-06-24 05:16 am (UTC)"Oh, all right. Another trip to the sea, then." He's not about to complain. If he's perfectly honest with himself (which he won't be), he'd like to keep this 'one trip' going for as long as he can.
"You know what else we need? A trip to a diner, I think. Somewhere that serves real, proper food. I'm starving!" He leads the way to the door and peers around the corner. Nothing again, just the eerie light.