Sep 07, 2007 08:51
If nothing else, the mass number of TARDIS was a sight to be seen, and that was discounting everything else that had happened over the last while, from the communicator to the world being in peril, to being picked up again by the Doctor after she had nearly given up all hope.
She'd pinched herself just to check if she were dreaming so often that she had a pink mark on her forearm now.
Sarah Jane was wandering amongst the plethora of TARDISes, simply revelling in it, not dropping her messenger bag and not abandoning any of her things. She wanted to be ready for anything, of course, and that meant being still packed. She'd almost knocked on the door to the house, but nerves had done her in at the last minute, not knowing if she'd come face to face with anyone strangely familiar (she couldn't do with that just yet).
But she wasn't adverse to company. She supposed, really, that eventually she'd just have to bite the damn bullet and buck up and meet all these alternate selves properly. Jo and the Doctor (the original, not the other) had been perfectly perfect, so really...well, she'd get over it soon enough.
[A loud one who won't lemme be. Open to all!]
[v1] sarah jane smith (alt 5),
[v1] nyssa