[closed to River]: footprints in the snow
It's the middle of the night, more or less, and someone is stumbling through the Mansion.
It is a rake thin man, looking disheveled, wearing a robe with very little under it, though he did manage to collect his suit, and is holding it in his arms. Mostly he wanted out of that room. He's shaking a little, is the Doctor, and shaky, and generally looking unbalanced and a little wild-eyed. And twitchy.
Basically, this is not the usual cheerful collected Doctor. He's been thrown, badly, and also the energy that regeneration, even if it doesn't seem to have changed anything, takes out of him, is....not feeling so nice.
He could use some caretaking, but lacking his companions and fairly disoriented, isn't sure where to go.
It is a rake thin man, looking disheveled, wearing a robe with very little under it, though he did manage to collect his suit, and is holding it in his arms. Mostly he wanted out of that room. He's shaking a little, is the Doctor, and shaky, and generally looking unbalanced and a little wild-eyed. And twitchy.
Basically, this is not the usual cheerful collected Doctor. He's been thrown, badly, and also the energy that regeneration, even if it doesn't seem to have changed anything, takes out of him, is....not feeling so nice.
He could use some caretaking, but lacking his companions and fairly disoriented, isn't sure where to go.