Katherine had fallen asleep at the table a while ago now.
The Doctor was nearly done, and he moved as quietly as he could around the kitchen to avoid waking her up.
Judy stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe and looking shattered herself.
"You can go to sleep yourself, you know," the Doctor said as he shoved the gun into the sockets in the wall to send an electric charge through it.
"So can you, but you're still choosing to keep working," Judy answered while stifling a yawn as a flash of light temporarily blinded her.
The Doctor blinked repeatedly, and then checked the LEDs running along the side of the gun that he had nicked from the front of the oven. "You could even go home if you wanted. I shouldn't have asked you to stay."
"Yes you should."
"Really?"
"Yeah! Something awful is going to happen to you and Katherine and it means that neither of you will be able to help any more. You have every right to ask for help. You just don't like to do so because you like to think you're too clever to need any help whatsoever, no matter what the situation."
The Doctor eyed Judy warily. "Very perceptive."
"It's written all over your face." Judy walked into the middle of the room and looked warily at the gun. "What is that?"
"A gun. It'll shoot." He narrowed his eyes, hefting it up to his shoulder and looking down the barrel at Judy, who paled and got out the way. "Probably."
Judy smiled, and was about to say something else when she heard Katherine stirring behind her. Without time to dive out the door, she ducked under the table in a panic, looking up at the Doctor pleadingly for help. He nodded.
"Doctor?" Katherine grunted.
"Hey," the Doctor replied, setting the gun down on the cabinet and leaning against it.
"That ready?" Katherine asked, jerking her head towards the gun.
"I reckon so, yeah."
"So can we go blast some creepy girl ruining the world to hell?"
The Doctor smirked. "I think so."
The bus stop wasn't posh. Or even clean. Or even not smelling of pee. It was frequented by weirdoes a lot and there was a man with black hair sitting there now, wearing a dressing gown and staring into space. A flustered looking woman in a skirt suit rifled through her bag frantically and then pulled out a phone, which she tapped at with her carefully manicured nails and then held up to her ear.
"Hey, Dave. Yeah, yeah, I know I'm late for the meeting. Massive traffic jam and then my car broke down, so I'm getting the bus."
"Hey, Dave. Yeah, yeah, I know I'm late for the meeting. Massive traffic jam and then my car broke down, so I'm getting the bus," the man next to her repeated.
The woman next to him turned to him suspiciously and shuffled away from him a little.
"Hang on, Dave. I'll be like thirty minutes. Just got something to deal with."
"Hang on, Dave. I'll be like thirty minutes. Just got something to deal with."
The woman hung up her phone and then glared at the man with venom in her eyes. He didn't look at her. "What is your problem?" she demanded irritably.
"What is your problem?"
The woman clenched and unclenched her jaw, teeth gritted. "You know what? I'll get a different bus."
"You know what? I'll get a different bus."
This time, though, the man spoke first. "Shut up!"
The woman looked at him with wide eyes, all of her body tense and coiled like springs. "Shut up!"
And there they sat in silence, waiting. Until a teenager with his headphones in strode up to the bus stop and leant against the side of it, humming along to the music on his iPod. The man and the woman were ready for when he would talk, and they could take him too.
In ten minutes, there ended up being twenty five people at the bus stop, all frozen in position, so that when the bus rolled up, expecting a healthy load of passengers, not a single one got on, and the bus didn't move again.
