Night 55: M61-70 Hallway
The food was disgusting, but he had to eat. While Grell was hardly a gourmet by any stretch of the imagination, he knew good food from poor and this? Was atrocious. He'd only managed to choke it down because without food he'd have no energy and there was no way he'd allow his energy to run out. He still ached from his fight the previous night,
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While it was nice to finally have some actual information coming from the intercom, he didn't like the sound of what few words were being said over it now. Their actions determining the military's, a 'system' being fine-tuned, causality... The Doctor wanted to know what results there had been, and in what way those results had been found satisfactory. All of it sounded fairly innocuous right now, but it left him with a bad feeling... And he had a bad feeling about that bad feeling.
The Doctor had changed clothes long before the doors unlocked, but after they had, he took a moment to sort through his other belongings and decide which pockets they'd go in if he brought them at all. The sonic screwdriver was returned last, placed in the inside breast pocket of his coat. Once ready, he picked up his torch and headed out.
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