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of_trakenThe Doctor was, though one would never hear him admit it, rather giddy. His hands flew lightly over the console, setting coordinates with cheerful confidence. India, 2007. He wasn't too specific; no need to press his luck, and they could find other ways of travel once they arrived. See where the current matches were being played.
Perhaps they could take a train. He hadn't done that since the werewolves, and that was hardly a leisurely ride.
"Winter, then," he murmured, brow furrowed slightly in concentration, though a faint smile lingered on his lips.
Nyssa wanted to go, for him. Perhaps he shouldn't feel so incredibly touched by that, but he did.
He was determined, absolutely determined, that the three of them would have an enjoyable, relaxing time of it. No murder investigations, no devious plots uncovered, no sinister invaders thwarted.
It would be their first trip together since being reunited, and they were going to have fun.
Perhaps they could take a train. He hadn't done that since the werewolves, and that was hardly a leisurely ride.
"Winter, then," he murmured, brow furrowed slightly in concentration, though a faint smile lingered on his lips.
Nyssa wanted to go, for him. Perhaps he shouldn't feel so incredibly touched by that, but he did.
He was determined, absolutely determined, that the three of them would have an enjoyable, relaxing time of it. No murder investigations, no devious plots uncovered, no sinister invaders thwarted.
It would be their first trip together since being reunited, and they were going to have fun.
