A/N: May means exams, slow updates, and I'm Sorry notes in the beginning of chapters. I'm sorry, but possible double update today so yay! Cheers, likewhat.
John had never seen a grown man cry. Not like this. The man on the floor was shaking with each sob, and a damp puddle seemed to collect on his clothes. Or what you could call them clothes. It looked like a dirty old oversized loincloth, and the green clashed with his skin tone. His purple skin tone.
The Doctor looked at the man in the middle of the room, and tried mouthing something to John. John didn't understand, and was about to ask him to repeat when the purple man began to wail to himself.
"I'm a fool! What have I done?" The high voice exclaimed. "What was I thinking, conversing with a Draconian? What if Mother's punished?"He sobbed. Suddenly he stopped, as if just noticing he wasn't where he thought. He stood up abruptly.
"Uh, hello?" John was vaguely aware that he was talking to an alien, a nonhuman, yet he pushed it away. He swallowed. "Would you happen to know where we are exactly, we're a bit lost."
The purple man took a step back. "Human." He breathed. His gaze shifted to Sherlock and young William next to the controls. "Humans. Oh my, I must warn the others!"
But he couldn't, because the next thing John knew, the purple man's eyes were rolling back into his head, and he was slumping. The Doctor caught the man from behind, and lowered his body to the ground.