or_timelords: (omgwtf/rage/oh no you don't)
or_timelords ([personal profile] or_timelords) wrote 2008-12-24 02:23 am (UTC)

I'm not sure.

[His tone is absentminded; he's still studying the readings. This makes no sense, he's never seen anything like this before. His interest is definitely piqued. This will require further studies with more sophisticated instruments than a sonic screwdriver.]

Sam, would you mind coming with me to my TARDIS -

[Wait. No TARDIS. He went to sleep in his TARDIS and woke up in Sam's bed, and only Rassilon knows where 'here' is in relation to the TARDIS. He pushes himself off the counter, suddenly irritated.]

Never mind you, how did I end up here? Last time I checked I wasn't anywhere near 1973.

[He looks around for his coat, and look, there it is, over the back of the other chair. Did he see it there before? Doesn't matter. He grabs it and shrugs it on.]

It was a great pleasure to meet you, Sam, but I gotta run. I need to get back to the TARDIS. Good luck with your [hand-wavy gesture] coma time travel - thing. And thanks for the tea!

[And he's on his way to the door. If Sam wants to stop him, he'll have to be quick.]

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