He'd actually thought it had been McKay, by the smell of coffee. He'd been sitting in the Consol Room, on his 'perch' as Rose called his comfy, battered old seat. His mind working furiously on current problems, future possibilities borne from it, metally watching time flex and remold itself as new things, unscripted, happened. It wasn't like the idle time would cause problems with saving the universe from itself. Time machine meant you could go back to the things missed.
It was Faith. The one who not only reminded him so much of Leela, but he'd been suprised to see Leela's old room pulled from storage and occupied by this one. "You can't sleep either?"
He passed into the kitchen and sat down in the old chair he usually took. When they had left seven days ago, there had been three chairs in here. Now there were eight. The TARDIS being hospitable.
"Don't sleep much myself. No need really." He rolled the glass ball he'd been tossing from hand to hand around on the table. "Get's quiet waiting for humans to sleep and rest up."
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It was Faith. The one who not only reminded him so much of Leela, but he'd been suprised to see Leela's old room pulled from storage and occupied by this one. "You can't sleep either?"
He passed into the kitchen and sat down in the old chair he usually took. When they had left seven days ago, there had been three chairs in here. Now there were eight. The TARDIS being hospitable.
"Don't sleep much myself. No need really." He rolled the glass ball he'd been tossing from hand to hand around on the table. "Get's quiet waiting for humans to sleep and rest up."