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[didorothy]

[Sam has his hands in his pockets, casually strolling about the Astral Plane. Is he a bit shaken up? Maybe, but he's doing his best not to show it]

'ey, Gene? What do you say to going to the pub? Could do with a Scotch myself.

And, uh, did I miss anything?

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[didorothy]

... Dolphins??

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I'm on a planet with some...advanced dolphins. And sharks and jelly fish and the whales are charming enough...

[didorothy]

...

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

It's a long story. [hands go into the pockets] Maybe your flat is in the jungle...

[didorothy]

The concrete jungle, if that's what you mean.

Don't you have any... homing devices you could use?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Uhm, no, not exactly. There's a jungle near the beach where the TARDIS is parked.

[digs into his pocket and flips out his sonic screwdriver] I've got this. I can find you with it.

[didorothy]

[raises an eyebrow] That's your plot device stick, is it?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Oi, don't knock it. It's my sonic screwdriver. it is very handy, though.

[didorothy]

'course, Doctor.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[people mocking his precious phallic symbol...] Anyway! When d'you want to do this? You've just been, well, brought back from the dead, so...

[didorothy]

I'm fine.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[eyebrows up but doesn't argue] Then when?

[didorothy]

As soon as you can come.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Ah. Then...I'll be over in a minute! [happily points the screwdriver at Sam, turns it on and hops off the plane]