The Doctor, in lieu of the good things in life like, say, a boyfriend who would talk to him and an ex with problems that he could fix and a Gregory House who wasn't like a stone, had decided that it was probably in his best interests to prepare for his classes, at least for the next week or so.
He sprawled his things (the
two books for the first section, papers, his personal notebook) across the kitchen table, chewing on the end of the pen as he scribbled frantic illegible notes on some paper, trying to figure out how to teach history without actually being there.
Lesson 1: Human development in the Stone Age and truly ancient civilisations, he wrote, then began to scrawl more bullet points after.