Like looking into a distorted mirror (For gaillfreys_last)
The Doctor had left Jo to do her own exploring and entered a nearby pub. If nothing else, he could replenish what hydration had been stolen by the day's heat. He did hope, however, to find something interesting. A bit of gossip, perhaps, or some private information which has slipped from the mouth of an over indulgent miner.
He settled on a stool, sipping from a pint, and casually studied the crowed around him. He was quite content to continue for quite some time, until he felt the unmistakeable presence of another Time Lord, and swiveled around on his seat, expecting to see the Master.
Finally, the Doctor was pleasantly surprised. A sensation he wasn't used to, unfortunately.
He settled on a stool, sipping from a pint, and casually studied the crowed around him. He was quite content to continue for quite some time, until he felt the unmistakeable presence of another Time Lord, and swiveled around on his seat, expecting to see the Master.
Finally, the Doctor was pleasantly surprised. A sensation he wasn't used to, unfortunately.