An adventure for another day, the pair of us moonlighting as census takers. We'd be good at it!
[ Not for the first time, and certainly not the last, the Doctor laments the lack of his sonic screwdriver. It's not that there's necessarily anything profound or unusual on this hauntingly quiet street holding the remnants of so much tragedy. Pain is pain. There's no deeper mystery to this, but that particular tool of his is so multipurpose, he'd find a use for it, a directional guide, a means to study their surroundings further.
As it is, he's continuing to adapt in the stifling confines of this place with all of its frustratingly linear progression of time.
At Steve's question, the Doctor does a quick spin around in place, a complete circle, going from one direction to the next in a smooth motion. He holds one hand out and where he stops, he points. Up ahead, just a few blocks, is a house. Not the house they're looking for, but there might be answers, at least. ]
There! Bound to be something. Something is always better than nothing. It's one less closed door.
[ When they make it there, the Doctor bounds up close to the door, knocking eagerly. He'd be more somber if he knew this was actually the family they were confronting, but as it's not, this is just a chance to meet someone new and he always loves that. Except the moment the door is opened and the Doctor smiles cheerfully, offering, "Hello! I'm the Doctor and this is my friend —" the door is instantly closed. ]
Amendment to what I said before — one less less closed door, obviously. Well, there's bound to be someone!
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[ Not for the first time, and certainly not the last, the Doctor laments the lack of his sonic screwdriver. It's not that there's necessarily anything profound or unusual on this hauntingly quiet street holding the remnants of so much tragedy. Pain is pain. There's no deeper mystery to this, but that particular tool of his is so multipurpose, he'd find a use for it, a directional guide, a means to study their surroundings further.
As it is, he's continuing to adapt in the stifling confines of this place with all of its frustratingly linear progression of time.
At Steve's question, the Doctor does a quick spin around in place, a complete circle, going from one direction to the next in a smooth motion. He holds one hand out and where he stops, he points. Up ahead, just a few blocks, is a house. Not the house they're looking for, but there might be answers, at least. ]
There! Bound to be something. Something is always better than nothing. It's one less closed door.
[ When they make it there, the Doctor bounds up close to the door, knocking eagerly. He'd be more somber if he knew this was actually the family they were confronting, but as it's not, this is just a chance to meet someone new and he always loves that. Except the moment the door is opened and the Doctor smiles cheerfully, offering, "Hello! I'm the Doctor and this is my friend —" the door is instantly closed. ]
Amendment to what I said before — one less less closed door, obviously. Well, there's bound to be someone!