"Yeah yeah, hold on, I hear you. Wake. Got it. Thought I was supposed to be the one showing you around this ti...." the words died in her throat. Bad choice of words, that. Worse was that she couldn't see Heather. Anywhere. "Wait, where'd you get off to?" She asked, frowning. "Where is this anyway? Not any world I've been to yet." She picked a direction and started walking. "Heather?"
Well, she could walk and she'd find Heather, or be found by her. Either way, Bill was glancing at every body of water, even a puddle as she went. Might as well explore while she looked. S'what they Doctor would do if he was alive, right? If he were here. She meant. Course he was alive. She refused to believe otherwise. Where there were tears, there was hope, right? That was why she didn't stop the tear that rolled down her face as she walked. Well, that and it would make it easier for Heather to find her, wouldn't it?
B. For those in or around the Tardis
Exploring hadn't turned up Heather. It had turned up many bodies of water, all sorts of beings, those nifty teleportation pads that really should have come with instructions, and then.....
A familiar blue box.
Alright, so it looked a little different, maybe. But who knew, different could be good, right? So long as different didn't mean Missy answered the door, Bil could accept different, could embrace different. If it meant the Doctor was alright, she could accept a lot of things.
She found her legs racing up the stairs till she got to the box, tears spilling down her face. NEver much appreciated crying before. Downright loved it now, headaches and all. She pressed a hand against the door, then leaned in close, trying to listen. Not that it ever helped. Not that she'd admit to ever having tried that before. But... it felt... the same but different. She wasn't sure different how. But... she'd find out. Not what mattered. What mattered was that the Doctor was okay.
She pounded on the door. "Doctor! Doctor let me in! I knew you couldn't be dead, not really. Not you! Let me in Doctor! We're not dead! I've got the most amazing thing to tell you too! And have you seen this world yet? Doctor?" He had to be there. Let him be there! She pounded again. "Doctor? Nardole?" Did the Doctor get Nardole? Must have done. "Will one of you let me in already?"
Bill Potts | Doctor Who | Spoilers for season 10 | Very tentative, new voice.
"Yeah yeah, hold on, I hear you. Wake. Got it. Thought I was supposed to be the one showing you around this ti...." the words died in her throat. Bad choice of words, that. Worse was that she couldn't see Heather. Anywhere. "Wait, where'd you get off to?" She asked, frowning. "Where is this anyway? Not any world I've been to yet." She picked a direction and started walking. "Heather?"
Well, she could walk and she'd find Heather, or be found by her. Either way, Bill was glancing at every body of water, even a puddle as she went. Might as well explore while she looked. S'what they Doctor would do if he was alive, right? If he were here. She meant. Course he was alive. She refused to believe otherwise. Where there were tears, there was hope, right? That was why she didn't stop the tear that rolled down her face as she walked. Well, that and it would make it easier for Heather to find her, wouldn't it?
B. For those in or around the Tardis
Exploring hadn't turned up Heather. It had turned up many bodies of water, all sorts of beings, those nifty teleportation pads that really should have come with instructions, and then.....
A familiar blue box.
Alright, so it looked a little different, maybe. But who knew, different could be good, right? So long as different didn't mean Missy answered the door, Bil could accept different, could embrace different. If it meant the Doctor was alright, she could accept a lot of things.
She found her legs racing up the stairs till she got to the box, tears spilling down her face. NEver much appreciated crying before. Downright loved it now, headaches and all. She pressed a hand against the door, then leaned in close, trying to listen. Not that it ever helped. Not that she'd admit to ever having tried that before. But... it felt... the same but different. She wasn't sure different how. But... she'd find out. Not what mattered. What mattered was that the Doctor was okay.
She pounded on the door. "Doctor! Doctor let me in! I knew you couldn't be dead, not really. Not you! Let me in Doctor! We're not dead! I've got the most amazing thing to tell you too! And have you seen this world yet? Doctor?" He had to be there. Let him be there! She pounded again. "Doctor? Nardole?" Did the Doctor get Nardole? Must have done. "Will one of you let me in already?"