[ Staying in one place, staying anchored anywhere at all — a dreadful fate to ruminate over for the ancient traveler perpetually running to and fro, skipping across the stars because there's always so much to see, so much to do, worlds out there where the sky burns and danger looms at every corner. The thrill of clinging desperately to that life never leaves him, and he'll always impress upon anyone he can (and he will, he'll never stop talking to anyone who will listen or won't listen, as the case may be) that it's an extraordinary life. Deep down, of course, there's far more to it; he can't very well stop running, can he? No, he knows what happens when he stops, when he's alone.
So here he is, trapped and anchored, but not alone (thankfully for everyone around him), and with a vast mystery to contend with. It's a reasonable exchange for the moment, where he can be of use and do what he's always done: help. No getting into trouble or danger, nothing of the sort. No, strictly helping in his usual way where everything absolutely goes according to plan and nothing at all goes awry..
The Doctor will, of course, ever and always make conversation with anyone who passes by, whether they acknowledge his presence or not. But his presence has not only been acknowledged, his inclination to discuss the stars is heeded. So, now Dean gets to contend with a Doctor instantly more exuberant...as if that were possible. Following the other man's directive and line of sight, it's with a broad smile that the Doctor's gaze lifts precisely to the southern sky. ]
Beauties they are, yes, a triumphant little trio making their mark on the sky! Go on, then, what are you calling them?
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So here he is, trapped and anchored, but not alone (thankfully for everyone around him), and with a vast mystery to contend with. It's a reasonable exchange for the moment, where he can be of use and do what he's always done: help. No getting into trouble or danger, nothing of the sort. No, strictly helping in his usual way where everything absolutely goes according to plan and nothing at all goes awry..
The Doctor will, of course, ever and always make conversation with anyone who passes by, whether they acknowledge his presence or not. But his presence has not only been acknowledged, his inclination to discuss the stars is heeded. So, now Dean gets to contend with a Doctor instantly more exuberant...as if that were possible. Following the other man's directive and line of sight, it's with a broad smile that the Doctor's gaze lifts precisely to the southern sky. ]
Beauties they are, yes, a triumphant little trio making their mark on the sky! Go on, then, what are you calling them?