RP: The Two Doctors; for foreverbruised

[foreverbruised]

He looks left, pressing himself against the cold wet wall and narrowly avoiding the sweep of torchlight. His bruised ribs scream as he sucks in a breath; it seems his reflexes are much slower than he's used too - perhaps that thing he's just tangled with in the dark did more than give him a few parting injuries.

He waits until the person carrying the torch is gone before stepping out into the weak light thrown by the street lamp. The alien must have affected his hearing too, because there she stands at the end of the alley. He sighs heavily. Why is nothing ever just easy?

"'S not a very nice night to be out wandering on your own. Perhaps you should run along home?" He turns away, limping slightly, hoping she'll take his advice.