「i was dreaming something dark. 」
[ note: mood music. ]
It was cold on the seas; the Doctor had chosen to stand outside against the railing, hair ruffling in the freezing wind. He was a bit more adapt to cold, due to his lower body temperature, and had spent most of the morning--no, day outside. His regular tweed jacket was gone, replaced by a much more insulated one. He even opted for an old, lengthy scarf. After all, it was Greenland, and despite the name, it was completely rocky and icy.
He wasn't even supposed to be on this voyage, really.
Helen, however, needed the extra hands. Big Guy had an injury and was resting in the Sanctuary, and Henry had an important meeting to go to. (Which he really was starting to wonder if it was named 'Comic Con'.) He had been around, and against his instincts, he jumped in and offered his help. It had been a few slow days in the TARDIS; seemed that, for once, the universe was, in fact, taking care of itself. That was amazing and deserved a 'vacation' in its own right.
He straightened his back and squinted his eyes even more against the wind. He hadn't expected they'd be going this far. Four hours, he'd promised Helen that he'd be just fine.
And he had been.
He had only been pressing buttons because he thought the radar wasn't working correctly. The Doctor didn't want to risk another Titanic incident; he had no plans on clinging to an iceburg yet again, and especially not in this regeneration. He wrapped his scarf around his neck yet again, and turned, as he heard the door open behind him.
It was cold on the seas; the Doctor had chosen to stand outside against the railing, hair ruffling in the freezing wind. He was a bit more adapt to cold, due to his lower body temperature, and had spent most of the morning--no, day outside. His regular tweed jacket was gone, replaced by a much more insulated one. He even opted for an old, lengthy scarf. After all, it was Greenland, and despite the name, it was completely rocky and icy.
He wasn't even supposed to be on this voyage, really.
Helen, however, needed the extra hands. Big Guy had an injury and was resting in the Sanctuary, and Henry had an important meeting to go to. (Which he really was starting to wonder if it was named 'Comic Con'.) He had been around, and against his instincts, he jumped in and offered his help. It had been a few slow days in the TARDIS; seemed that, for once, the universe was, in fact, taking care of itself. That was amazing and deserved a 'vacation' in its own right.
He straightened his back and squinted his eyes even more against the wind. He hadn't expected they'd be going this far. Four hours, he'd promised Helen that he'd be just fine.
And he had been.
He had only been pressing buttons because he thought the radar wasn't working correctly. The Doctor didn't want to risk another Titanic incident; he had no plans on clinging to an iceburg yet again, and especially not in this regeneration. He wrapped his scarf around his neck yet again, and turned, as he heard the door open behind him.