"New recruit?" says Rollie, flexing his hands in the sunshine after too long spent gloved and indoors already this morning. But if he gets an early start, he has more time for the kids later in the day and he finds that suits him. "If I'd known you were out here, I would've said hello." It's then he spots Josiah playing in the dirt by himself and looks around for his other child. "Karen?" he calls, leaning to the side like that'll make his voice carry around the walls of the clinic to the other side. "Karen? Don't leave your little brother all alone! You know better than that!"
"I appreciate the help," says Rollie, both in the garden and, it turns out, in the monitoring of his children, "and it's good to know that someone's been keeping an eye on the rugrat, but Karen should've at least told me first. Do you know where she went? If you can just point me in the right direction, I can scoop up Josie and make chase."
The Doctor had found himself restless, wandering. He had more energy than he knew what to do with, and it was getting to him enough that he'd even worn out wee Nate, who'd gone down for a nap.
So, the island and a walk. And a surprise. Instead of the little girl he was used to seeing about Karen's garden, there was a middle-aged woman who appeared to be removing dandelions. He leaned on the fence and considered her. "Hullo," he called, cheerfully. "You must be new, are you new?"
"Not new at all, sweetheart," says Karen, straightening up and dusting the dirt off her palms before she brushes her hair back from her face and turns to him with her sunniest smile. "I bet you're good at guessing games, Doctor."
Sweetheart? The Doctor blinked, then shrugged it off, as she was really pretty and had a lovely smile, even if she had a smudge of dirt on her face. "Clearly we must be acquainted," he said, charmingly, and swept a bow. "I take it you know young Karen?"
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"There's no need to shout. He's not on his own. I'm right here."
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So, the island and a walk. And a surprise. Instead of the little girl he was used to seeing about Karen's garden, there was a middle-aged woman who appeared to be removing dandelions. He leaned on the fence and considered her. "Hullo," he called, cheerfully. "You must be new, are you new?"
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"I am young Karen," she says, gentle. "Well, not young. So much."
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