The adventure was over, for not at least.
"Where are you going?" He called out as the man dressed in a brown suit and matching trench coat neared his ship. Police Box, actually. The strange man who was responsible for curing thousands of people and reuniting a mother with her son, a remarkable and dangerous stranger. When there was no given reply, he sighed. "Alright then, take care Doctor!"
Jack Harkness, Time Agent and currently based in war torn England, carried on to his parked space ship. His actually looked like a proper ship. Large, metallic and so very Alien. His time with the man who had called his 'The Doctor' was now closed. So Jack did what he always had, sought out a new adventure. His ship was a tad deary when Jack entered. He smirked happily, grabbed his long coat and hurried out towards the British streets. A visit to the pub was in order now, a few drinks and some relaxation. Not to mention the social life didn't hurt. Jack enjoyed people, a real social butterfly this man was.
Only a few pubs remained open into the night and thankfully Jack found himself one. The tall captain went inside, removed his hat and ran a hand through his hair. Jack walked over to the bar tender and ordered himself a Scotch. While the tender nodded and went to prepare the drink, it allowed Jack an opportunity to reflect on his previous day. The Gas-Masked children, robotic nanogenes and all that. Quite an adventure.
"Here you are, mate."
Jack smiled, reaching for the tall glass. "Thanks."
Bringing the glass to his lips he inhaled deeply, cherishing the rich scent as it filled his nose. Jack happily began to sip at the drink, eyes searching the pub for someone to talk to. Tonight the bar scene was rather mellow for a change. A majority of the pub was absent, Jack couldn't find a single person aside from the staff. His drink began to settle in his stomach, the familiar nausea followed. Jack sighed heavily, rolling back his shoulders and raising from the bar stool. "Suppose I should go home then," he muttered to the barkeep. He reached into his wallet, pulled out a few dollars and set it lazily on the table.
He smiled to the barkeep, "Night."
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Hurrying about the small household where several children were currently crying out, a single female was stressed beyond belief as she struggled to aid each one of them in their problems. She began with the eldest of the lot, a boy named Jared. "What is it?" She asked, slightly occupied with the two little girls clinging at her legs.
"I'm hungry," the boy snapped, rudely demanding to be fed.
"I can't do anything about that right now," she frowned. "Just be patient dear."
Offended the young boy walked off to the bedrooms, leaving the poor woman abandoned with the remaining children. Suddenly the two girls began pulling on her legs, nearly causing her to topple over. "Alice, Anna, please don't do that." She scolded gently.
The sisters pouted, "Sorry Emily."
Finally the night came and settled on England, Emily had placed the children in bed and was given some time to relax. Her bedroom was simple, only a bed and few boxes, but to her it was perfect. The exhausted brunette fell heavily on her bedding, eyes closing till suddenly a loud echo was heard from outside. Knowing that the children were defenseless against criminals, it was Emily's responsible to protect them at all costs.
Emily grabbed a baseball bat from the closet, carefully walked to the doorway and peeked outside from a window. She reached for the door knob with her free hand, the chilly air escaping inside and biting at her exposed skin. Poor Emily only had a short black dress that dropped at her knees and thin straps at the shoulders, not exactly the perfect clothing to go searching the cold night with, but nothing else was available. All other clothing had been given to the children.
Emily looked outside with caution, keeping her body shielded mostly by the door. Up ahead was a box shaped figure and something had removed itself from the vessel. It appeared to be a human form, coming closer and closer. Her grip on the bat tightened as Emily left the doorway and came to the street. She raised the bat while walking, prepared to strike.