Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThere should be a switch around here somewhere.ā
A pause as she considers the inherent complexity of her TARDISā inner workings.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā -- Or something that resembles one.āĀ
The Doctor should probably know where the switch is, but the TARDIS is always moving things around, and she doesnāt come in here often. This closet is full of memories. The people who travel with her bring bags of clothes with them and collect even more along the way. Later, when they leave or are lost, they invariably leave things behind. A coat here, a pair of shoes there, an entire mountain of scarves and miniskirts where Amy was concerned, and the Doctor throws it all behind this door where she doesnāt have to see it. She doesnāt enjoy thinking about all the people sheās picked up and lost along the way.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Makes even the happiest person feel lonely.Ā
A huff of frustration makes her blonde fringe flutter as she feels her way along the wall. This shouldnāt be so difficult. She trips over something shadowy in the dark, and tumbles rather ungracefully to the floor.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOw.ā
She winces as she pushes herself back into a seating position, and summarily gives up on the light switch altogether. It takes her only a couple of seconds to pull her sonic out of her pockets and turn up the lights that way.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThereās probably something that fits you. Somewhere.ā
In fact, most of the forgotten garments will probably fit Yaz.Ā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ( -- What can she say? She has a type. )
