The Doctor was just a shadow outside. He turned toward Daniel, his legs still kicking like a boy over the branch's edge.
"Good night, Daniel," his voice was quiet but firm. "I'll see you in the morning."
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It was difficult to say what time it was, exactly, on a planet when the only snatches of sun you could get were through the trees and your watch couldn't seem to make up its mind if it thought you were in 500AD, Earth reckoning, or maybe it was time to make some toast, provided you had some worth digging around in your pockets for.
The Doctor tapped his watch. Shook it. Sighed. Chewed on his toast that he most certainly did check his pockets for, and got up to stretch.
It had been easily hours since he'd heard even the distant sound of their pursuers crashing through the brush. Probably safe now, or as safe as it could be. They could wait another night if they had to, except he was sure that sooner rather than later, Daniel was going to need to drink and eat and get some proper sleep not in a Halgonic shelter, which was fine if you didn't want to fall out of trees, but not quite so fine if you wanted a peaceful night's rest. Or maybe that was just him. The few times he slept in a Halgonic tree shelter, he'd woke up grumpy and lethargic.
He got on his hands and knees, crawling into the shelter and knocking on the branch.
"Good morning!" he said, reaching out to shake Daniel's shoulder. That was what the human probably needed, a good shake.
Assuming he'd have the same reaction to the shelter as the Doctor did all those years ago. The Doctor sat back as he tried to rouse Daniel, running his other hand through his hair and somehow missing the twig that had planted itself in it. He wasn't sure on how long his toast stash could last if they were out here much longer -- especially given that it was probably just a little bit stale and he didn't have much in the way of bread and butter on him. Clearly another thing he'd have to stock up on after this.
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"Good night, Daniel," his voice was quiet but firm. "I'll see you in the morning."
It was difficult to say what time it was, exactly, on a planet when the only snatches of sun you could get were through the trees and your watch couldn't seem to make up its mind if it thought you were in 500AD, Earth reckoning, or maybe it was time to make some toast, provided you had some worth digging around in your pockets for.
The Doctor tapped his watch. Shook it. Sighed. Chewed on his toast that he most certainly did check his pockets for, and got up to stretch.
It had been easily hours since he'd heard even the distant sound of their pursuers crashing through the brush. Probably safe now, or as safe as it could be. They could wait another night if they had to, except he was sure that sooner rather than later, Daniel was going to need to drink and eat and get some proper sleep not in a Halgonic shelter, which was fine if you didn't want to fall out of trees, but not quite so fine if you wanted a peaceful night's rest. Or maybe that was just him. The few times he slept in a Halgonic tree shelter, he'd woke up grumpy and lethargic.
He got on his hands and knees, crawling into the shelter and knocking on the branch.
"Good morning!" he said, reaching out to shake Daniel's shoulder. That was what the human probably needed, a good shake.
Assuming he'd have the same reaction to the shelter as the Doctor did all those years ago. The Doctor sat back as he tried to rouse Daniel, running his other hand through his hair and somehow missing the twig that had planted itself in it. He wasn't sure on how long his toast stash could last if they were out here much longer -- especially given that it was probably just a little bit stale and he didn't have much in the way of bread and butter on him. Clearly another thing he'd have to stock up on after this.