Now I never can explain by the clock that's on the tower or the one that's in my brain...
The Doctor's leaning against the wall outside of the Conrad, hands in his pockets, legs crossed and stretched out in front of him. He's staring up at the sky, not fidgeting, but give him a few minutes longer and he will be - he's not good at waiting, most of the time, and he has things to do now.
Beside him is Des. Both of the boys look... well, kind of like they've been wandering through the sewers for a few days - nice sewers, relatively speaking, but still more than a little rumpled and somewhat dirty and kind of disreputable-looking. These are the men who are going to single-handedly save a colony of sewer-dwelling aliens. Oh yes.
Beside him is Des. Both of the boys look... well, kind of like they've been wandering through the sewers for a few days - nice sewers, relatively speaking, but still more than a little rumpled and somewhat dirty and kind of disreputable-looking. These are the men who are going to single-handedly save a colony of sewer-dwelling aliens. Oh yes.