The truth was all too difficult, and the Doctor didn't quite fancy thinking on it at the moment. Instead, he was sunning himself on the grass outside the TARDIS
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After spending her first few months on the island doing very little, Jo'd had plenty of time to work on her tan. At the moment, though, she was in search of the Doctor. Now that the TARDIS was working again, she guessed he might be in there, tinkering. So she was surprised to find him doing nothing outside it.
"Hello, Doctor," she greeted him, flopping down next to him the other side of him from the sun. "What happened to make the TARDIS work again?"
"Hullo, Jo," the Doctor said, opening his eyes briefly to greet her with a slight wave. He was worn out from the weekend, yet, and the idea of getting to his feet at the moment seemed a bit of a challenge. "No idea, actually. After Jack and I looked into it, we decided that the technosynaptic pathways and power generation mechanisms self-repaired. But what spurred that so suddenly, not sure."
"I see," she said, although she didn't. She got the gist, though, which was usually enough with the Doctor. "But I can't find the wardrobe room. Have you moved it?" She didn't know how, Chase's suggestions notwithstanding, but it was the only explanation. And one that meant he could tell her where it was.
The Doctor's eyebrows slowly went up, despite his eyes being closed yet. "No," he said, sounding slightly worried. "I just saw it yesterday, same place it always was. Looks a bit different from when you were with me, but you'd know it by the massive amounts of clothes."
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"Hello, Doctor," she greeted him, flopping down next to him the other side of him from the sun. "What happened to make the TARDIS work again?"
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