oh, my talking bird
Now there was a spot she hadn't visited in a long time, and by a long time she of course meant three hundred years or so, though it would technically be fifty years judging from where and when she visited last and where and when she was visiting now. Essentially the basis of time travel. However, that didn't even phase her now, for she was back in India once more! Things had changed as they often did, but she could easily recall every detail of her last little visit. Granted, she hadn't been to the slums like this before, but she didn't see it as any different from visiting France or the planet Ansa. Besides, this would be a quick trip, as she had a letter for the grandson of a man she met long ago. If she had the timing right, he'd be a fine young man right about now if living here had served him well.
Either the TARDIS was confused here, or he was just being stubborn. Giselle was pulling for the latter, as she had been dropped off the airport. Did he think he was a fancy airplane, dropping down and taking off in a flash like he did? Boy, was he full of himself. Giselle ignored it, knowing that he'd return for her in the end anyway. She wasn't carrying as much luggage as the various people around her seemed to be; all she had in one pocket was her sonic screwdriver and the letter, and a tiny pull-string bag of various gems in the other (which she'd obviously forgotten about).
She wasn't sure of where to start her search, but surely someone would be able to point her in the right direction. She ruled out asking authorities, as they were never reliable in the history of all mankind. Giselle picked out people wisely, eventually walking up to a man who had obviously returned home from a trip. While he did not know anything about the person she was looking for, she didn't let that get her down. After all, she'd only just started. How could anyone expect it to be that easy?
