The Doctor was getting tired of being bruised and sore. Just when his stomach injury was finally healing up, that Extra took a swing at him with the pipe, bruising his jaw and splitting his lip. He'd heal, he always healed, but something was very seriously wrong in Taxon.
Still, the ache was physical, at least. Emotionally, he was used to the ache. Used to feeling alone even though he had the presence of friends all around him. Still used to feeling so very old even though time never seemed to pass here.
He pried open a stone and retrieved a new set of plans, something he'd been working on but didn't want to commit to the tablet. He stood and turned, ready to bolt back to HC Clements, when he saw her. Looking just like she was the last time he saw her.
Re: The Doctor [Location: Not Far From His Old Work Site]
Still, the ache was physical, at least. Emotionally, he was used to the ache. Used to feeling alone even though he had the presence of friends all around him. Still used to feeling so very old even though time never seemed to pass here.
He pried open a stone and retrieved a new set of plans, something he'd been working on but didn't want to commit to the tablet. He stood and turned, ready to bolt back to HC Clements, when he saw her. Looking just like she was the last time he saw her.
"Romana?"