The Doctor.

— absolutely could use some food. My ship made a rather long jump it seems. She’s tired and locked me out so I need to just hang on until she’s ready again. So! Food?”’

— weapon. “Could you put that away? It’s very distracting when I’m trying to understand where I am. Weapons are for dummies anyway.” He pauses, taking a moment to study his surroundings. All seems calm and serene for the moment.

“So, these Orcs? Are they a threat to your people? And really, I —

Upon her approval, he slowly turns around, his forehead creasing in disappointment when she points the arrow at him. He intently listens to all she has to say, growing more and more confused with every word spoken.

“Sky-man. That’s a first. Anyway, you were sayi—“ He sighs, pointing at her —

— answer the stranger’s question…

“Er, I have no business. I’m lost. Do you have an apple? Oh, no. I hate apples. Do you know where I could find some fish fingers and custard? New body, lots of cravings. Can I turn around?”

— “if you could please, move the pokey arrow away from me. I don’t believe in violence.” From her accent, he could tell she didn’t have much practice speaking the same language as him, which led him to wonder why the TARDIS wasn’t translating. Hm, he was going to have to check that. But first, to —

One moment, he’s trying to focus on the figure in the trees, the next, he feels something pointy. He resists the urge to squirm because he knows if he does, they’re not going to hesitate in slicing him into half. And what a wasted (and last) regeneration it would be!

“Uh.” He clears his throat, —

— movement in the trees.

“Hello?” he called, squinting up into the dim canopy. “Who’s there?”

— the lanky Time Lord staggered through the unfamiliar terrain, desperate for a clue to where he had ended up. Usually, he would’ve been able to tell, but since had just regenerated, his system was a bit off. Night was falling fast, and he needed answers. Quickly.

That’s when his eyes caught —

The destination was set: Earth. Little Amelia Pond was waiting for him and he promised he’d be back in 5 minutes. But something had gone wrong... He wasn’t on Earth, and to make matters worse, the TARDIS had locked him out.

Dressed in tattered clothes and looking thoroughly disheveled, —

/ setting up a proper intro later but helloooo #doctorwhorp verse.