"I don't think you've got a choice," Three points out to Two. The baby hasn't, after all, released his finger yet.
"Oh, no, you are not leaving me here with this!" Two objects, highly affronted.
"I'm not going to stay!" Three replies. He looks at Five. "You stay."
"Oh, no," Five shakes his head. "Nonsense!"
"Not a chance," Eight adds.
"Well, it's all of us or none of us," Two states.
There's a pause.
Cars whoosh by outside the TARDIS, unheeding of its incongrouously retro-English appearance, and even more unheeding of the two men stepping out of it, one in fourties garb and the other in Victorian dress.
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Date: 2007-04-11 04:40 am (UTC)"I am not staying," they all say in unison.
A beat.
"I don't think you've got a choice," Three points out to Two. The baby hasn't, after all, released his finger yet.
"Oh, no, you are not leaving me here with this!" Two objects, highly affronted.
"I'm not going to stay!" Three replies. He looks at Five. "You stay."
"Oh, no," Five shakes his head. "Nonsense!"
"Not a chance," Eight adds.
"Well, it's all of us or none of us," Two states.
There's a pause.
Cars whoosh by outside the TARDIS, unheeding of its incongrouously retro-English appearance, and even more unheeding of the two men stepping out of it, one in fourties garb and the other in Victorian dress.
"Right. Where to, then?" Eight asks.