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[celery_love]

Stumbling into the Inn is a little more than surprising for the Fifth Doctor. His head is swimming with thoughts and half statements, running a muck of his own thought processes. He looks about the place wit great confusion, because this is certainly not the countryside he was just roaming.

Leaning against the wall behind him, he lets out a small sigh and runs his hands over his face. as if applying pressure would relieve the tension in his head.

Really, he could probably use a bit of help.