"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"
;; @alwaysxclara
The Doctor was woken up by the shouting, jerked out of what was probably more unconsciousness than sleep. He flailed, ever so graceful, and hit the ground a lot faster than he was willing to admit.
He peeled himself off the floor, still sticky with sleep and the night’s exertion.
“--what...?
He rolled up onto his feet, grabbing his shirt on the way up and buttoning up his trousers, although he fumbled with the latter.
“Calm down, what’s your problem? Crazy bint.”















