In honour of my bestie egrounds not feeling better...I give you...A PREVIEW OF CHAPTER SEVEN OF TROUBLE IS A STATUE!
"Could you stop banging your head against your hand for a moment to possibly allow yourself to elborate on this?" Ellie May asked, stepping back from a now pacing Doctor. "Ugh, where is it!? Where could I have possibly put it!?" He yelled out to no one in particular, not paying attention to Ellie May or her request. "Put what?!" She protested loudly as the Doctor, ranting with thought, almost ran over her.
"Oh, I know! Duh!" He said, smacking his forehead once again before bounding to the other side of the console room, and he bent down and opened a trap door in the floor. Ellie May followed behind to watch him pull out a heavy sea chest out of the cage below. He whisked it open, whipping out items until his hand landed on what he wanted. He returned everything to the chest and put it away again quickly before standing up to show Ellie May what he had found. In his hand, he clasped a black walkie talkie.
