#( river save themmmmmmmm )

[melpcmene]

for  an  urgent  starter . // for 11?

starter call 2.0. ( accepting )

It was clear as day that they had it under control, if the day itself was clouded and a chance of a storm was about to come their way, then that would be the Doctor's perfect definition of control. Which is quite the lie that is often told between individuals, most importantly, between companions. They were running around the console of the TARDIS. Flicking switches. Pressing buttons. Fidgeting with doodahs and doodads alike.

Then came a noise, a series of beeps; loud and obnoxious. Then came the series of lights. Mostly tones of red as they flash now and again.

The eleventh doctor stood there. "Don't worry. I think that's a good sound! Is it a good sound? It sounds like a good sound!" Then the TARDIS threw itself off course. So definitely not a good sound. Not even a great one.

"Nope, not a good sound, the opposite of a good sound, I don't like the opposite when it comes to sounds like that! River! Honey! We got a bit of a problem!"