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The Doctor will See You Now....
Three flips of a lever and one environment check later, the Eleventh Doctor stepped out of his TARDIS straight into what looked like a cargo bay of a very large spaceship. Which was not supposed to be what happened at all. He was supposed to be going to Arcateen V. The Butterfly People have a very lovely spring festival that was supposed to be taking place now, and after the mess of Trenzalore, and the Great Intelligence, he could use a very lovely Spring Festival.
But this was most certainly not Aracteen V. This was a cargo bay. A very, unspringlike cargo bay. How Disappointing. He turned to go back inside his ship, and found the doors to be locked. He huffed out an irritated sound and leaned against the doors. Just what he needed. A temperamental TARDIS.
Well, usually when she got like this, there had to be a reason he was where he was. There was always a reason.
After checking for his screwdriver, which he had safely tucked in his pocket with his So he went off in search of someone who could tell him where and when exactly he was. Thanks to his basic knowledge of how humans constructed things and a little bit of exploring he found himself at the door of Ten Forward.
One deep breath and straightening of his bow tie, the one with the vines, it was his favorite combination with the purple frock coat, he stepped through the door and looked around. A bar. Well, that was a bit anti climactic.
Ah well, Geronimo.
But this was most certainly not Aracteen V. This was a cargo bay. A very, unspringlike cargo bay. How Disappointing. He turned to go back inside his ship, and found the doors to be locked. He huffed out an irritated sound and leaned against the doors. Just what he needed. A temperamental TARDIS.
Well, usually when she got like this, there had to be a reason he was where he was. There was always a reason.
After checking for his screwdriver, which he had safely tucked in his pocket with his So he went off in search of someone who could tell him where and when exactly he was. Thanks to his basic knowledge of how humans constructed things and a little bit of exploring he found himself at the door of Ten Forward.
One deep breath and straightening of his bow tie, the one with the vines, it was his favorite combination with the purple frock coat, he stepped through the door and looked around. A bar. Well, that was a bit anti climactic.
Ah well, Geronimo.
No problem!
That was the worst kind of crying.
So, Eleven did what he always did in these situations and went over to sit next to the girl.
"Hello, what's your name?"
Re: No problem!
The look in her eyes was pained. Hollow. It took her even longer to figure out what he had asked.
"P...Prim..." she said softly. "Katniss' si..." her voice caught and a tear slipped down her face. "Sister." she finished in a shaky whisper.
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He gave her a gentle smile, trying his best to calm her down.
"What happened to her sister?"
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From that kind of look, the doctor assumed it was somewhere else or at least somewhere she may not be coming back from.
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He thought that was as good of a question as any. At least he could find out if her sister leaving was the worst part of it all.
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"From what I've learned of everyone else's home... Ours is the worst," she whispered. "But then... I would have said that even when I was still there. And... And she's going back...into the games..." She whispered, trembling hard.
"Or to where she remembered... to after... after almost everyone she loves is dead or gone...." she whispered.
"I want her back here. She was safe here. There's food here. She should be here...."