The Doctor was silent for a moment, clearly watching and listening to something outside everyone else's perceptions. And then his shoulders slumped a little.
"It's night up there," he told the room. "A lot more time has passed for them than it has for us…. But it stayed constant as long as I was up there and you lot were down here, which means it's the link. Our mental link acting as a tether and holding this place together with the park proper." He glanced around at everyone, looking a little tired, and his gaze finally settled on Psyche, ever the guard holding open that Rassilon-cursed door.
I was coming up with you, he told the Master wearily. Which the other already knew, being in the Doctor's mind and everything, but he felt he had to… well, he didn't know, exactly. Why the hell do we even bother?
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Date: 2008-12-05 10:55 pm (UTC)"It's night up there," he told the room. "A lot more time has passed for them than it has for us…. But it stayed constant as long as I was up there and you lot were down here, which means it's the link. Our mental link acting as a tether and holding this place together with the park proper." He glanced around at everyone, looking a little tired, and his gaze finally settled on Psyche, ever the guard holding open that Rassilon-cursed door.
I was coming up with you, he told the Master wearily. Which the other already knew, being in the Doctor's mind and everything, but he felt he had to… well, he didn't know, exactly. Why the hell do we even bother?