Aftermath || closed for hispinkandyellowhuman
She was exhausted, dirty, hungry, and completely unsure of where she was. The Doctor certainly looked anachronistic in her rainbow stripes and trousers that didnât reach, but without her TARDIS or her sonic screwdriver, it was difficult to suss out where and when the Judoon had tossed her when they released her from prison.
Earth, that was a start, but not much of one. Kneeling down, she drew a finger across the pavement and stuck it in her mouth. Twentieth century. No, twenty-first. It would make sense to send her back to where and when sheâd been the last time the Judoon had encountered her, she supposed.
Standing up, the Doctor brushed the dust from her trousers and caught her reflection in a shop window. She looked a mess, her hair tangled and clothes dirty from the weeks spent in prison for crimes still unknown. Well, there wasnât much to do for that, not until she tracked down her TARDIS again. Then, perhaps she could find her friends. Or... perhaps it would be better to travel on her own for a while. One thing at a time, Doctor. Focus.
