08; I told ya I was trouble [yeah, you know that I'm no good]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[Have a Doctor. He's been, uh, indisposed the last few days on the TARDIS and no force in this universe could have him tell you why. As it is, he's wandering around, poking at some of the items left on the plane.]

Not it. Not it. Blimey, this place is starting to look like a dormitory common room.

[he finally finds a trunk he was looking for and turns it over.]

Right, well, that wasn't so hard.

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[bemused] No, of course you're not.

Still, can't hurt to check up, make sure there's nothing I can do, that sort of thing.

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

I suppose not. I just don't understand why everyone's so concerned about me all of a sudden.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it's because we care?

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

I know... it's just confusing, that's all. One minute you seem really happy to see me, and then the next you're really distant.