Thread:Enddayss/@comment-26863232-20190219024349/@comment-26863232-20190413180228

You decide to spend the night waiting on the benches in the airport. It's crowded, hot, and noisy. A large creature sits next to you. It's the Doctor, his head in his massive paws.

"Jesus Christ, that darn monster blew my whole factory up," he complains to you bitterly. "I don't know where any of my workers are.  Or Winnie."

It's very awkward to be having a casual conversation with somebody who was trying to kill you a few moments ago, yet here you are.