"Brilliant!" The Doctor hooked Leanne under the elbow "let's go!" Leanne just managed to grab her shoulder bag before he steered them towards the front door, giving a nod to a bewildered pharmacist as they made their exit. "So, is there anything exciting around here to poke around in?" He asked, looking down at Leanne. "Any mysterious houses, questionable people, banana groves?"
The girl shot a bewildered look up at him. "Umm...Nothing that I know of. It depends on what you mean by questionable. And bananas don't grow in Canada; we get ours from the grocery store." As she finally got herself in pace with the Doctors long strides, Leanne took the time to take off her smock and shove it into her bag. She felt out of place still in her work clothes, a button down shirt and dress pants, but continued to walk.
"Oh" said the Doctor, feeling a bit put out. He certainly did not want to a grocery store; they were a bit too domestic for his tastes. So he asked hopefully "Anywhere interesting in town then to visit?"
Leanne thought for a minute; it was actually a hard question as she often spent half her time at work, and the other half playing video games at home. "I guess there's the park, we can always wander to the zoo...Downtown is kind of scary which is why I never go alone."
"I like scary, scary is fun. Downtown it is then!" Enthusiasm restored, the Doctor suddenly took off, practically pulling Leanne's arm out of her socket as he dragged her off. Then just as suddenly, he turned on one foot, facing Leanne. "Erm, so, how do we get there? And where is it?" He added as an afterthought.
Meanwhile, Leanne was beginning to think this was a bad idea. Running out of work early with a mad man? Not one of my brighter ideas she thought and performed a mental face-palm. "The bus" she said simply, in response to the Doctors question. And ointing down the road, she added "that way."
The Doctor and Leanne arrived at the bus stop just as one was pulling up. While Leanne had to pay, he flashed his psychic paper which ended up appearing like a transit pass. It was crowded, and not like the Double Deckers he was used to in London. It also smelt like very sweaty human...and something else that he could not distinguish, something that doesn't quite fit...his thoughts where rudely interrupted when a kid with baggy pants and a blaring-jPog was it?- knocked him into Leanne without so much as an apology. Leanne let out a squeak and said "I'm sorry!"
"Wasn't your fault" the Doctor said with a quick smile at her. He surreptitiously reached for his sonic screwdriver, and pointed it at the kid's jPog, thing. After a quick jolt on level 2, he slipped it back into his suit, smirking as the kid began fumbling uselessly with the volume button.
Leanne had spotted The Doctor playing around with something before a smile crossed his face. She glanced at the kid, and then him. "What…was that?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
He winked at her "Just teaching a lesson". And showing off, he thought to himself. Doctor, you have got to stop doing that! Not distracted anymore, he remembered that smell. It was still there. Faint, yet most definitely not right. Nostrils flaring, he turned to Leanne and said quietly "Do you smell something?"
She frowned at that. "I don't know. Buses always smell a little funny. The joys of public transportation I guess." The whole place had an odd smell, which was why she tried to avoid taking the bus during the busy times of the day.
"No, not the joyful smell, an undertone smell. Sniff harder!"
"Ew what?" She said with a weird look crossing her face. That sentence was probably one of the most unusual she had ever heard in her life. "Do I look like a blood hound to you?"
The Doctor sighed. Perhaps as there was always something odd going on around him, he was just imagining things. It probably was-the scent got stronger. A short figure in dark jeans and a hoodie brushed by him, making its way towards, and out the center doors. "Well, looks like we found something interesting after all! Common!" He jumped out of the bus, and began to follow the hooded man, staying an inconspicuous distance away.