Restored

The Shakespeare Code

Still shaken from the event just before, the group made their way back to Shakespeare's room. Raelle sits on one of the chairs opposite Shakespeare's desk, running a hand through her hair as she tried sorting through the many questions she had about the strange death. Dolly, the in-keeper, leaned against the door, as she spoke to the Doctor. "I got you a room, Sir Doctor. You, Miss Tyler and Miss Jones are just across the landing." Raelle sent her a grateful smile as she left.

"Poor Lynley." Shakespeare sat back in his chair, stress evident on his face. "So many strange events." He sighs, before eyeing Martha sat next to Raelle. "Not least of all, this land of Freedonia where a woman can be a doctor?" A questioning look on his face.

"Where a woman can do what she likes." Martha countered, crossing her arms. 

Shakespeare observed Martha for a moment before his eyes flicked over to the Doctor. "And you, Sir Doctor. How can a man so young have eyes so old?" Shakespeare remarked, tilting his head, as if trying to figure out the mystery of the Doctor. 

"I do a lot of reading." The Doctor remarked plainly. Raelle shook her head to herself at his response. For a man alien to Earth, he sure had human sarcasm down. 

"A trite reply. Yeah, that's what I'd do." Shakespeare laughs before pausing to look at Raelle. "And you?" He asks, causing Raelle to perk up. "You look at him like you worship the sun. He's as much of a puzzle to you as he is to me." Shakespeare says, his voice soft with warning. "Beware though, the warmth of the sun bleaches your cheeks but can burn you if you dare to get too near." 

Raelle stared at Shakespeare, his words ringing in her ears as they struck a wound deep in her heart. She steals a glance over at the Doctor, leaning against the fireplace, the man deep in thought as if he hadn't heard the conversation. Raelle sighed deeply, giving Shakespeare a worn smile. "I think we should say goodnight." Shakespeare nods his head at her as she heads to the door, leaving to find their room. The Doctor watches her go, a slight frown on his face as he takes in her change in mood. Martha flashes Shakespeare a smile before running off to join Raelle.

"I must work." Shakespeare announces to the Doctor. "I have a play to complete. But I'll get my answers tomorrow, Doctor, and I'll discover more about you and why this constant performance of yours."

"All the world's a stage." The Doctor lightly recited from one of his plays. 

Shakespeare looks at the Doctor, humming in thought. "Hmm. I might use that. Goodnight, Doctor."

"Nighty night, Shakespeare." The Doctor smirks, leaving to his room.

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The Doctor enters the room to find Raelle lying on the bed, deep in thought about who knows what as she stares at the ceiling, with Martha holding a candle, peering out the window. "It's not exactly five star, is it?" Martha remarked, grimacing slightly, as she turned to face the Doctor.

The Doctor surveyed the room, closing the door behind him. "Oh, it'll do. I've seen worse."

"We haven't even got a toothbrush." Martha frowned, not wanting to think of the morning breath that would follow the next morning.

"Oh. Er." The Doctor pats down his blazer, producing two toothbrushes. He holds them both out to Martha who looks oddly impressed. "Contains Venusian spearmint." He smirked in satisfaction. 

"So, who's going where? I mean, there's only one bed." Martha nervously laughed, as the Doctor made his way over to the side of the bed. Martha had only just met the Doctor and Raelle, so the thought of sharing a bed with two basically strangers seemed rather odd to her.