“Clarrrrra,” The Doctor whined while looking at the ceiling of the train car the two were currently trapped in. “Can’t we do something else?” He started rummaging through his bigger-on-the-inside pockets looking for something to keep him occupied. He pulled out an assortment of random objects and added them to a growing pile on the bench opposite the one he and Clara were currently seated upon. He tossed a regular old screwdriver onto the pile. “Gag gift,” he explained to Clara as she raised her eyebrows in amusement. “Useless of course,” he added while he fiddled with a broken iPod-looking-thing before tossing it aside too.
“Nope. I get to pick what we do since you were supposed to take me on a nice, relaxing trip. Beautiful sunsets and mountains, and instead you’ve managed to lock us in this tiny compartment!” Clara exclaimed, exasperated.
When the train conductor announced that somethingorother with the tracks had malfunctioned, The Doctor was all too eager to get straight to the action and solve the problem. “Probably some silly misalignment — quick sonicking here and there should put us right!” But as the Doctor opened the car’s window to scan the tracks from inside their car, the sudden influx of slightly toxic atmosphere set off the train’s emergency sensors causing all windows and doors to lock and shut — the alarms startled The Doctor, who managed to dodge the rapidly closing window, but not before he dropped his sonic screwdriver outside. “Blast! We must be stopped near a gas hotspot. There are areas on this planet that have geyser-like structures that release tons of the nasty stuff,” he huffed as he sat back grumpily on the bench.
The Doctor delighted when he retrieved a pack of jelly babies from the depths of his pockets and began to devour the sweets. Clara rolled her eyes. That man and his sweet tooth, she thought.
“Clarrrrra,” The Doctor whined while looking at the ceiling of the train car the two were currently trapped in. “Can’t we do something else?” He started rummaging through his bigger-on-the-inside pockets looking for something to keep him occupied. He pulled out an assortment of random objects and added them to a growing pile on the bench opposite the one he and Clara were currently seated upon. He tossed a regular old screwdriver onto the pile. “Gag gift,” he explained to Clara as she raised her eyebrows in amusement. “Useless of course,” he added while he fiddled with a broken iPod-looking-thing before tossing it aside too.“Nope. I get to pick what we do since you were supposed to take me on a nice, relaxing trip. Beautiful sunsets and mountains, and instead you’ve managed to lock us in this tiny compartment!” Clara exclaimed, exasperated.When the train conductor announced that somethingorother with the tracks had malfunctioned, The Doctor was all too eager to get straight to the action and solve the problem. “Probably some silly misalignment — quick sonicking here and there should put us right!” But as the Doctor opened the car’s window to scan the tracks from inside their car, the sudden influx of slightly toxic atmosphere set off the train’s emergency sensors causing all windows and doors to lock and shut — the alarms startled The Doctor, who managed to dodge the rapidly closing window, but not before he dropped his sonic screwdriver outside. “Blast! We must be stopped near a gas hotspot. There are areas on this planet that have geyser-like structures that release tons of the nasty stuff,” he huffed as he sat back grumpily on the bench.The Doctor delighted when he retrieved a pack of jelly babies from the depths of his pockets and began to devour the sweets. Clara rolled her eyes. That man and his sweet tooth, she thought.
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