Open Thread
The Doctor is lingering, outside of a nice little Bed and Breakfast that he happened to save from aliens once. About a decade ago, as it happens, but the owners were still grateful enough to put him up for a bit. Besides, he helps prepare far more food than he eats.
"If the Time Lords could see me now," he murmured idly. It is, in fact, vastly preferable to his quarters in the Capitol.
Slowly, he closes his eyes. On the other hand, the absence of his TARDIS is a constant ache in his chest; one more way to feel hollow and helpless and - alone.
He sighs, and shakes his head, because he has far more important things to ponder. He's only made so much progress with his other selves, and there's so much he still doesn't know, more that he doesn't understand, and he hasn't seen Sarah since -
"Priorities, Doctor - President, rather. The fate of the universe ranks above your relationships."
A pause.
"I really should stop talking to myself. Especially in public, who knows who might end up listening?" It's almost as though he's guessed that someone has overheard him.
"If the Time Lords could see me now," he murmured idly. It is, in fact, vastly preferable to his quarters in the Capitol.
Slowly, he closes his eyes. On the other hand, the absence of his TARDIS is a constant ache in his chest; one more way to feel hollow and helpless and - alone.
He sighs, and shakes his head, because he has far more important things to ponder. He's only made so much progress with his other selves, and there's so much he still doesn't know, more that he doesn't understand, and he hasn't seen Sarah since -
"Priorities, Doctor - President, rather. The fate of the universe ranks above your relationships."
A pause.
"I really should stop talking to myself. Especially in public, who knows who might end up listening?" It's almost as though he's guessed that someone has overheard him.