OTA [Tag Ace]
He needed more information. Anything. Any scrap of evidence or shard of leftover proof. There was no device that he could detect. No unusual readings in energy fluctuations according to the station's sensor logs but who knew how reliable those were. For what he was concerned, they were likely tampered with; rigged in order to keep the unfortunate individuals acquired in the dark just as the local inhabitants (if they were local) seemed to be.
At least one of them was willing to serve him a cup of tea before they went back to ignoring him.
He had stopped scouring on all fours and climbing onto overhangs for the evening, as the entire ordeal of running about and chasing red herrings was completely exhausting. So for the moment, the Doctor was content to look out a window and watch.
Maybe there would be a distortion, the flash of light related to a wormhole. Or a distant ship coming in. Or a comet that would tear through the sky and be interesting to watch.
Or a glimpse of a familiar set of stars that would remind him of home.
At least one of them was willing to serve him a cup of tea before they went back to ignoring him.
He had stopped scouring on all fours and climbing onto overhangs for the evening, as the entire ordeal of running about and chasing red herrings was completely exhausting. So for the moment, the Doctor was content to look out a window and watch.
Maybe there would be a distortion, the flash of light related to a wormhole. Or a distant ship coming in. Or a comet that would tear through the sky and be interesting to watch.
Or a glimpse of a familiar set of stars that would remind him of home.