His second night, and the pair of intercom messages before the doors unlocked was no less interesting than the previous night's. "Playing with ants," indeed...
If he didn't find the TARDIS tonight, he'd have a few questions for Kenshin, or Marcus, or anyone else who might have been in the hospital long enough to know the answers. Even if he did find the TARDIS, he had questions. He couldn't just leave straight away; not without figuring out what was even going on.
Dressed once more in the hospital uniform, complete with coat, he set out into the hallway, carrying his flashlight in his hand and the journal he'd found yesterday and a few pens in his pocket. Handy things, pens. Not as handy as, say, his sonic screwdriver, but one could never know when a pen might be useful.
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If he didn't find the TARDIS tonight, he'd have a few questions for Kenshin, or Marcus, or anyone else who might have been in the hospital long enough to know the answers. Even if he did find the TARDIS, he had questions. He couldn't just leave straight away; not without figuring out what was even going on.
Dressed once more in the hospital uniform, complete with coat, he set out into the hallway, carrying his flashlight in his hand and the journal he'd found yesterday and a few pens in his pocket. Handy things, pens. Not as handy as, say, his sonic screwdriver, but one could never know when a pen might be useful.
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