The Doctor was far, far from happy. The shower was freezing cold as he stood under its stream, not even bothering changing it, and really, it didn't affect him anyway given his lower core temperature. One palm was on the wall, steadying himself as he watched apathetically as the grime and dirt washed down the drain at his feet. He counted his breaths, 1...2...3...1...2..3...4...1...2...
Not so much like a Time Lord, he didn't know how long he stood there, he actually lost track of time before the TARDIS cut off the water as it kicked into conservation mode. Right, Donna was making tea, wasn't she?
She's alright; you're alright. Donna is safe. He told himself as he towel-dried his hair before wrapping said towel around his waist. It was all routine from here: t-shirt, dress shirt, pin-stripped trousers, socks, clean trainers. He forgoes the jacket or fixing his hair as he finally made an appearance in the kitchen. "Oh... a nice cuppa!"
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Date: 2013-04-15 03:57 am (UTC)Not so much like a Time Lord, he didn't know how long he stood there, he actually lost track of time before the TARDIS cut off the water as it kicked into conservation mode. Right, Donna was making tea, wasn't she?
She's alright; you're alright. Donna is safe. He told himself as he towel-dried his hair before wrapping said towel around his waist. It was all routine from here: t-shirt, dress shirt, pin-stripped trousers, socks, clean trainers. He forgoes the jacket or fixing his hair as he finally made an appearance in the kitchen. "Oh... a nice cuppa!"