"Damn it, why is the young people that get to have all the fun!" Elo muttered, hands deep in her pocket.
"What are you talking about?"
Elo jumped a foot at the Doctor's voice. Somehow she'd forgoten he was here. She nearly lost the sonic screwdriver thinging. That would have not been in her best interest. She looked at the Doctor who was busy picking up all the things he'd lost from his pockets.
"It's all well and good for you." Elo frowned. "But for us normal folks, well we don't often get to see much. I used to mind you." Elo sighed. "Someday I will again." She look whistfully off into where ever it was that the HARDIS had gone.
The Doctor stood up and Elo suddenly realized he was kind of cute. Not really geeky enough for her taste, but, she stopped her train of thought. She was a married woman with kids, somewhere out there.
"Now," The Doctor was staring at her. "Would you kindly explain this Typo Beast you seem to think got me?"
"Oh right," Elo stalled, "It's a bit of a long story. If you could just help me pack up and go home. We can sit down for some tea and lake. You may want Spook's clock though, it's getting a bit chilly."