i can't believe i've made it...
Grace Holloway is sure she's going mad. Absolutely, positively mad. Her face is flushed and she's quite windswept when she enters the Inn. It's been a decent while in the Inn, but for her? Hours.
She's almost relieved, though, because going on a motorcycle chase with the Doctor (so he calls himself!) was an experience she did not want to repeat. And with all hopes of slipping into the Institute of Technological Advances now gone, she thinks a cup of tea might be in order.
Robert Chase looks more happy than he has in a long while. Despite the rather ugly bruise set to his jawline, he appears to be rather content. He's looking over medical files again and filling out a bit of paperwork because he's let himself get quite behind. Bother him, he won't mind the company, surely.
The Fifth Doctor is looking more than a little pensive than his norm. He's a lot floating about in his mind and nothing that is too terrible, of course. Except he's considering another trip, something brief, short. But what company he is considering, he should very well be damned for.
He's idly sipping tea, settled at one of the couches, constantly glancing up to his TARDIS in the corner with great contemplation.
She's almost relieved, though, because going on a motorcycle chase with the Doctor (so he calls himself!) was an experience she did not want to repeat. And with all hopes of slipping into the Institute of Technological Advances now gone, she thinks a cup of tea might be in order.
Robert Chase looks more happy than he has in a long while. Despite the rather ugly bruise set to his jawline, he appears to be rather content. He's looking over medical files again and filling out a bit of paperwork because he's let himself get quite behind. Bother him, he won't mind the company, surely.
The Fifth Doctor is looking more than a little pensive than his norm. He's a lot floating about in his mind and nothing that is too terrible, of course. Except he's considering another trip, something brief, short. But what company he is considering, he should very well be damned for.
He's idly sipping tea, settled at one of the couches, constantly glancing up to his TARDIS in the corner with great contemplation.