Life At Fanwood

Episode 4.5: Just a little Problem...

Christine stepped into the lobby and looked around.  She didn’t want to run into anybody – especially Erik.

She hadn’t spoken to him since she threw the vase at his head after he asked her if she really was going to marry Raoul.

And that was just something… really awkward to leave unresolved.

Christine climbed the stairs up to her floor and came across Tom – who was wearing a long, multi-colored scarf around his neck.  He was also carrying a hammer and a box of nails.

“Hello, Tom!  How are you?” Christine asked cheerfully.

“Well, I’m just helping Blind Mag,” Tom explained, “She needed shelves put up and I’m helping her.”

Christine smiled and said, “Oh, that’s nice of you!”

Tom smiled back and added, “I borrowed this scarf from the 4th Doctor as a sort of measuring tape – I hope he won’t mind that I borrowed it.”

 -

London sat in the apartment lobby staring at the 4th Doctor.

He was just… sitting and staring into space.  He wasn’t wearing his hat, either.

In fact, he was wearing an entirely different ensemble that resembled something from the Victorian era.  Without the cane or the hat.

London shook her head.  He looked absolutely ridiculous.

She stood up and walked over to the Doctor.  “Doctor,” she said, “I think you need to sleep.”

“Sleep?  I have no need for sleep!  Sleep is for the weak!” he shot back.

London rolled her eyes as she helped the Doctor to his feet.  “’Sleep is for the weak’ – I don’t think I’d ever hear you say that,” she said.

After London walked the Doctor back to his apartment and semi-succeeded in getting him to promise her to go to sleep, she began her walk back down to the lobby.  Suddenly, she heard a loud whoop for joy that sounded like, “WHOOOO-HOOOO-HOO!”

The Doctor swung the door open and ran down the hallway, carrying his scarf in his hand.  “It’s back!  She brought it back!  Whoo-hoo!” he shouted.

Staring after the half-crazed man running down the hallway, London cocked her head to one side and asked herself, “Did he just misplace it?  Because I certainly did not find his scarf…”

 -

“So, the Doctor goes into a sort of depression after he can’t find his scarf, and it’s just sitting somewhere?” Paris asked.

“Yep, apparently,” London replied.

“Hm,” Paris mused, “Isn’t it odd that he ends up as a train wreck over something you could spot over a mile away and when you take him back to his apartment, he suddenly finds it?”

London mulled over her thoughts before saying, “Well, you know how it goes sometimes – you are frantically looking for something you turn over every stone and chair in sight.  You look on the ceiling, in the trash cans, everywhere, but you can’t find it.  THEN you look on the countertop or in a drawer – the ONE place you didn’t look.  Right?”

Paris smirked as she remembered what Christine had told her about Tom and the scarf.  “Right you are,” she said.