Twelve days. It wasn't a particularly lengthy amount of time by any stretch of the imagination – still, these next twelve days would be the longest of his life.
He closed his eyes to try and think , ignoring Donna's questions.
No TARDIS for twelve days. He remembered the shaking, the jerking and yelling Donna to hold on as he tried to fly the spaceship .
Twelve days for the TARDIS to repair herself, and he was stuck . And it was only three hours in . He was starting to get restless. He didn't do domestic at all, but he really didn't have a choice. It was either here, or staying in a TARDIS with no power.
He opened his eyes, Donna was asking him something.
'Doctor, I can show you your room if you want? You're bunking in with Grand dad if that's okay?'
He nodded , wondering how he would get through the next twelve days living with Sylvia Noble.