With every single word I withhold...
It's been a long day for Harriet. A very, very long day. So when she walks into the Inn for the second time tonight, she just stares at it for a second. She should turn and walk back out, because if Matt's still in here...
This was supposed to be here apartment, and she just wants to go to bed. On the other hand... it's a magical Inn. There are bound to be beds somewhere, and at least here she's safe from phone calls asking either what she thought of Wes' meltdown, or why she broke up with Matt.
Before she goes to bed, though, she decides curling up with chocolate ice cream is in order. It's one of the few things that can make a day like this even remotely better.
Meanwhile, there's a Time Lord with a leather jacket and big ears eying the Inn and its inhabitants at large with some suspicion. The Doctor, of course, has realized something strange is going on. The Doctor specializes in strange.
This, however, is a bit harder to figure out than living plastic. Though he's about two seconds from cornering someone with the Music in them and flashing the sonic screwdriver at their head in an attempt to find out something.
And he hasn't even found out about Rose and Jack yet.
Oh, and there's some guy with a chess board in the corner, playing with himself, and every now and then looking vaguely annoyed at the musical people around the Inn - the noise is irritating. Not even the Music can get to Freddie - not when Chess has already got him.
This was supposed to be here apartment, and she just wants to go to bed. On the other hand... it's a magical Inn. There are bound to be beds somewhere, and at least here she's safe from phone calls asking either what she thought of Wes' meltdown, or why she broke up with Matt.
Before she goes to bed, though, she decides curling up with chocolate ice cream is in order. It's one of the few things that can make a day like this even remotely better.
Meanwhile, there's a Time Lord with a leather jacket and big ears eying the Inn and its inhabitants at large with some suspicion. The Doctor, of course, has realized something strange is going on. The Doctor specializes in strange.
This, however, is a bit harder to figure out than living plastic. Though he's about two seconds from cornering someone with the Music in them and flashing the sonic screwdriver at their head in an attempt to find out something.
And he hasn't even found out about Rose and Jack yet.
Oh, and there's some guy with a chess board in the corner, playing with himself, and every now and then looking vaguely annoyed at the musical people around the Inn - the noise is irritating. Not even the Music can get to Freddie - not when Chess has already got him.