[On The Run] We're Not in Kansas Anymore
A little bell rings when the door to the bed and breakfast opens as the Doctor and Donna step inside. It was a little quaint place, definitely for the tourists as the beach wasn't too far away (although Donna begged to differ). The Doctor had his still damp jacket slung over an arm as he approached the counter. "A room please... Oh, and do you happen to have a computer I could use?"
His socks hadn't dried out yet either, and standing there in the horribly air conditioned hallway he just felt miserable. Glancing over to Donna and smiling briefly as they waited for the old woman to move about, he could tell she wasn't having the best day either thus far. Well, bully for them.
Once given a room, the Doctor did his best to ignore how many photos there were of cats staring down upon them as he pulled off his shoes and stood at the window looking out. "I hope the sun comes out tomorrow."
His socks hadn't dried out yet either, and standing there in the horribly air conditioned hallway he just felt miserable. Glancing over to Donna and smiling briefly as they waited for the old woman to move about, he could tell she wasn't having the best day either thus far. Well, bully for them.
Once given a room, the Doctor did his best to ignore how many photos there were of cats staring down upon them as he pulled off his shoes and stood at the window looking out. "I hope the sun comes out tomorrow."