Ah, so it was a case of basic thievery. Of course.
Or chronic borrowing. Funny little distinction.
He hadn’t been particularly surprised to find out that this civilization knew who he was. Or, rather, a version of who he was. Stories, he’d told Amelia Pond. All stories in the end. Word tended to get around when you were traveling, after all, and it was really just one of those Things. Echoes across time and space itself.
The Doctor adjusted his clothes, fussing with his collar because it felt like it needed a good fussing, and then turned to check on his companions. Otter Soother Daniel Jackson to his right, looking unhappy. The Doctor supposed maybe he wasn’t one for some chronic borrowing. Junior on his left. He hadn’t worked with Junior much -- okay, make that at all -- but the Doctor liked to have a generally positive view on things and he was willing to put more trust in Junior than in Daniel’s admittedly awful taste in hats. No offense, Daniel. Junior simply had that look about him. The look of a boy-man who could certainly choose a proper hat.
The Doctor liked that.
Sniffing, he ran a hand through his hair and then straightened. “Don’t worry,” the Doctor said, in that tone of voice that said under no circumstances should there be any worrying, panicking or generally anything along those lines. “I’ll handle this.”
He beamed at Daniel and Junior and led the way deeper into the Ministry of Health, walking as if he had every right to be there.
Re: Subthread 8: Medical Mainframe Theft at the Health Ministry
Or chronic borrowing. Funny little distinction.
He hadn’t been particularly surprised to find out that this civilization knew who he was. Or, rather, a version of who he was. Stories, he’d told Amelia Pond. All stories in the end. Word tended to get around when you were traveling, after all, and it was really just one of those Things. Echoes across time and space itself.
The Doctor adjusted his clothes, fussing with his collar because it felt like it needed a good fussing, and then turned to check on his companions. Otter Soother Daniel Jackson to his right, looking unhappy. The Doctor supposed maybe he wasn’t one for some chronic borrowing. Junior on his left. He hadn’t worked with Junior much -- okay, make that at all -- but the Doctor liked to have a generally positive view on things and he was willing to put more trust in Junior than in Daniel’s admittedly awful taste in hats. No offense, Daniel. Junior simply had that look about him. The look of a boy-man who could certainly choose a proper hat.
The Doctor liked that.
Sniffing, he ran a hand through his hair and then straightened. “Don’t worry,” the Doctor said, in that tone of voice that said under no circumstances should there be any worrying, panicking or generally anything along those lines. “I’ll handle this.”
He beamed at Daniel and Junior and led the way deeper into the Ministry of Health, walking as if he had every right to be there.