Date: 2007-09-25 06:08 am (UTC)
The Doctor smirked, "Nice hat, by the way."

As the guard's back was turned, he reached our and took her hand, if only for an instant. Had he the ability to connect to her, he'd be able to press a feeling of warmth to her body. Since he did not, he could only settle with a momentary touch before resuming his place with his feet on the rail, looking out onto the water.

"Would it be possible," the Doctor asked, "To lock them all downstairs? They fall into intoxication, our guards fall in line with them, the door is locked and barracaded from the outside. We sail on back to France."
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