"HELP!" The Doctor screamed again before once more being reduced to whimpering and whining. He put his head back on the floor; his slowly slipping closed. 

So, I'm really freaking out because I'm flattered and happy and... yeah.  Hi! (And HI to all my other followers.  I just got thrown for a happy loop with that one.  But, I love Rping with everyone, so please don't be shy and drop me a note!)

Phil Coulson iced over immediately.  Markings quickly engraved themselves over his entire skin and his eyes turned red.  He ignored his gun, it would do no good, and looked around for what could have possibly turned it this cold.

"Hello?" he tried, voice somewhat uneasy. 

Uh, if you wanna rp or something drop me an ask or something...?

The Doctor felt the temperature within and outside of the TARDIS drop. Concerned he grabbed the scanner, lent against the TARDIS door was a boy with white hair, the time lord was now worried - he opened the doors and bent down to the boy. "Can I help you?" The boy looked asleep and unconscious either way he couldn't tell. All he knew was that the boy looked out of sorts, he carefully picked the boy up to take him inside to warm up; not knowing who the boy was.

"Hello, my name is Nicholas St. North."