”Of course I do. A holiday where I don’t almost die. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but holidays are meant to be relaxing. Doesn’t count if it’s spent running for my life.”
The Doctor laughed — now that was funny.
“Oh, that’s ridiculous, Rory — holidays are supposed to be full of
new experiences. If you get to relax, that’s just an added bonus.”
" Can we make this quick?
I’ve got like five showers to take and a pych test to cram for. ”
[ why did they always run to the sewers. worst smell ever. ]
[ A-heh. That didn’t particularly sound good.
Then again, anytime his pursuers insisted on
following him into the dank recesses of under-city
sewers, things tended to be a little serious. ]
“Listen —I think we’ve got off on the wrong foot.
Actually, we didn’t get off on any foot.
There has been no footing, unless you count the running.
—Do you count the running?”
”Well, I work at a hospital, which— I think is pretty normal. The waiting room was a bit mad.” He shrugged. “The kid was screaming herself sick. It happens.”
”Eugh. Sounds rubbish,” the Doctor commented, waving a hand.
”Honestly, you and Pond should just come back to the TARDIS. It’s baby-vomit free, and a lot more exciting.”
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