The Doctor hurtled down the last few steps, heading for what he hoped was a very square meal. He was hungry (again) and the hotel delivery service seemed to be on strike (yet again).
As he walked rapidly towards the nearest door, he looked to one side into the Lobby. Suddenly changing direction, he headed towards the reception desk.
Dawn yelped when she heard a voice come up behind her, and spun around to face it taking a few skittering steps back until she ran into the front desk. When she realized that this just her closer to the creepy man behind the desk, her head snapped around and she gasped to discover her was gone, a room key left in his place.
"Don't come any closer!" she shouted turning back the newcomer, trying not to panic, or at least let on that she was panicking. "I don't know who you are, or what you want from me, but someone had better take me home right now!"
Turlough wasn't far behind the Doctor, having decided on a similar course, in the hopes of avoiding nightmares. At least he'd established that the Black Guardian haunting him in his dreams was just that, but with this Time War on his mind, not to mention the fact of worrying for the Doctor was a new experience for him, he wasn't keen on going to sleep.
He had spotted him heading towards the lobby and moved to follow. He was about to make himself known, when he did to the new arrival, who was now screaming. "My name is Turlough and this is the Doctor," Turlough spoke up. As for getting you home, we can't even get ourselves home."
The Doctor stared for a split second, she was a child! What the hell was the Hotel playing at? Suddenly realising that not saying anything else would scare her even more, he cleared his throat.
"It's okay," the Doctor smiled quietly, holding his hands up to show he wasn't a threat. "What's your name? I'm the Doctor, like he just said. And I'm afraid you are stuck here- along with all the rest of us."
"I can't be stuck here! I have to go home, my mom and my sister are looking for me! I have algebra homework to finish! Do you work for Glory? If you do my sister will kill you when she finds you. And if you do work for Glory, why would you want me?! I'm just her little sister, nothing special about little old Dawn," she exclaimed in rapid succession looking back and forth between the two men.
"You want to go home to do algebra?" Turlough asked. Algebra was fine, just not one of things he wouldn't miss about Earth. If he was going to miss Earth at all. He shook his head. "I don't know any Glory!" he protested. You agree to a deal be a catspaw once and you're branded for life!
"No idea what Glory is, never worked for anyone- well apart from the odd time, didn't turn out very well though." Probably best to gloss over that, he thought, then attempted to make his voice sound softer and hopefully less threatening. "Nobody ends up here unless the Hotel brings them, so unless your sister is already here, or they decide to bring her later, I'm sorry but... she wont be able to find you."
Not for the first time in the last few minutes the Doctor wished Rose would turn up and deal with things. He had always had trouble with anything bordering on domestic and this was getting rapidly closer to it.
It wasn't so much that she wanted to do her homework, but it was one of the first things that came to mind. As she listened to what the men were telling her, her fear of them decreased but a different sort of fear welled up in her chest.
"You mean Buffy can't find me?" she asked meekly, tears welling up in her eyes. "But she always finds me."
Uh, oh. Tears! "Ah, I know you're afraid," Turlough said, stepping forward. "But this place isn't so bad. No Glory, for example!" That was evidently a good thing.
"There are probably people here that you know," he said, attempting to sound positive. "There were when I arrived, same for Turlough," he looked across at the other man, raising his eyebrows to suggest a small white lie might go down well. "There's an internet thing you can use, we could post and see who's here, couldn't we?"
"Doesn't matter," she mumbled morosely, her mood swinging again like only a teenage girl was capable of. "They probably wont even notice I'm gone. Not like I'm even real..."
"So are we in England somehwere?" she asked wiping at the tears on her cheeks, guessing based on their accents.
Turlough frowned in confusion. "You're not real?" he asked, giving her a poke on the shoulder as a test. "You appear to be real enough," he stuck his hands back in his pockets.
"No, you're not in England and we're not English." The Doctor could explain the technicals, he'd be believed.
"Ah!" The Doctor gave Turlough a thanks very much for nothing look and then peered down his nose at her. "Well, erm ... Dawn? We're not exactly sure where we are. We know where we aren't- unfortunately," the Doctor grimaced, why did he always get lumbered with explaining things? "But where we actually are is... complicated."
Yeah, she appeared to be real enough. Dawn glanced down at the long scab on the inside of her arm where she had slashed it last night to prove to herself that she could bleed.
"Then explain it to me," she said crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I'm not a child, I can understand complicated." After all her whole life was complicated.
Turlough smiled at the Doctor's look but that disappeared when he followed Dawn's glance. "You all right?" he asked. Attempting suicide was so out of Turlough's thought processes that he didn't connect the dots, thinking someone did that to her. It appeared to be healing so he answered her question.
"Our best guess that this hotel is in a dimension outside of our own, snatching people perhaps at random, to either feed itself or entertain itself or some other motive." Well she asked for it.
"Turlough!...... TURLOUGH!" Donna was walking down corridor, shouting at the top of her voice, when she spotted him standing with a young women and slightly older man. Ignoring them completely she marched straight up to Turlough.
"Have you seen this!" she holds up her bent straighters, her face just like thunder "What the hell happened to my straightners!"
hoped was a very square meal. He was hungry (again) and the hotel delivery service seemed to be on strike (yet again).
As he walked rapidly towards the nearest door, he looked to one side into the Lobby. Suddenly changing direction, he headed towards the reception desk.
"Hello," he announced loudly.
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"Don't come any closer!" she shouted turning back the newcomer, trying not to panic, or at least let on that she was panicking. "I don't know who you are, or what you want from me, but someone had better take me home right now!"
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for the Doctor was a new experience for him, he wasn't keen on going to sleep.
He had spotted him heading towards the lobby and moved to follow. He was about to make himself known, when he did to the new arrival, who was now screaming. "My name is Turlough and this is the Doctor," Turlough spoke up. As for getting you home, we can't even get
ourselves home."
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"It's okay," the Doctor smiled quietly, holding his hands up to show he wasn't a threat. "What's your name? I'm the Doctor, like he just said. And I'm afraid you are stuck here- along with all the rest of us."
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algebra?" Turlough asked. Algebra was fine, just not one of things he wouldn't miss about Earth. If he was going to miss Earth at all. He shook his head. "I don't know any Glory!" he protested. You agree to a deal be a catspaw
once and you're branded for life!
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Not for the first time in the last few minutes the Doctor wished Rose would turn up and deal with things. He had always had trouble with anything bordering on domestic and this was getting rapidly closer to it.
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"You mean Buffy can't find me?" she asked meekly, tears welling up in her eyes. "But she always finds me."
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so bad. No Glory, for example!" That was evidently a good thing.
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"So are we in England somehwere?" she asked wiping at the tears on her cheeks, guessing based on their accents.
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"No, you're not in England and we're not English." The Doctor could explain the technicals, he'd be believed.
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thanks very much for nothing look and then peered down his nose at her. "Well, erm ... Dawn? We're not exactly sure where we are. We know where we
aren't- unfortunately," the Doctor grimaced, why did he always get lumbered with explaining things? "But where we actually are is... complicated."
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"Then explain it to me," she said crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I'm not a child, I can understand complicated." After all her whole life was complicated.
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"Our best guess that this hotel is in a dimension outside of our own, snatching people perhaps at random, to either feed itself or entertain itself or some other motive." Well she asked for it.
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"Have you seen this!" she holds up her bent straighters, her face just like thunder "What the hell happened to my straightners!"
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