The Doctor sits fidgeting on a picnic table in a New Jersey park, eyes repeatedly scanning their surroundings for a familiar shock of ginger hair. They have no way of knowing if their message ever got through to the Ponds, to meet them here outside the place and time they can never return to. The Doctor can only hope it reached them. They’ll wait all day, if they have to.Â
@herwait​ — call.













