Jack headed through the next door without looking to the Doctor. "Almost there, right? Can't be long to go now." He hoped not. What else could be asked? He'd rather not have to find out.
As soon as he crossed the threshold though the smell hit him.
"Oh yeah," he said, scrunching his face up and lifting a hand to cover it, "Smells like a trench. Like disease. Doctor, you know you really take me on the nicest dates."
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Date: 2010-01-02 03:23 am (UTC)As soon as he crossed the threshold though the smell hit him.
"Oh yeah," he said, scrunching his face up and lifting a hand to cover it, "Smells like a trench. Like disease. Doctor, you know you really take me on the nicest dates."