Someone to crowd you with love, someone to force you to care...
The Doctor wakes up. In a bed. At the house.
...This was not anything he intended to do - sleeping was not something he intended to do, and he doesn't remember getting here - so for a moment he just lies there, frowning at the room like he blames it for his current situation. And then he remembers. Charlie. Truck. Donna. Sedative (he assumes).
He growls and rolls out of bed, starting down the hall. He's wearing pyjamas and not his suit. He's going to put that down to Martha, as he usually does when he finds himself in this situation without remembering how it happened, because it spares him a lot of wondering about who else might have done it.
"Someone has some explaining to do," he mutters. Namely, Donna. And Charlie. And whoever provided Donna with a sedative strong enough to knock out a Time Lord that quickly, and it's not as if there are many possible candidates there...
...This was not anything he intended to do - sleeping was not something he intended to do, and he doesn't remember getting here - so for a moment he just lies there, frowning at the room like he blames it for his current situation. And then he remembers. Charlie. Truck. Donna. Sedative (he assumes).
He growls and rolls out of bed, starting down the hall. He's wearing pyjamas and not his suit. He's going to put that down to Martha, as he usually does when he finds himself in this situation without remembering how it happened, because it spares him a lot of wondering about who else might have done it.
"Someone has some explaining to do," he mutters. Namely, Donna. And Charlie. And whoever provided Donna with a sedative strong enough to knock out a Time Lord that quickly, and it's not as if there are many possible candidates there...