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The Doctor felt sick. Not angry, not fed up, just sick. His head spun, tearing across his neural net as facts snapped through the untruths that he had thought were real. There was no stopping them. Not that he would want that. His backside would be a little damp when he stood. The brown of his pinstripe suit would be darker, and the soles of his converse trainers would carry mud. The Doctor smiled.

Since he had found the Time Lords, he had been busy helping with the rebuilding of the new Gallifrey. It was a strange sensation, a brilliant sensation, the fact that he could think of his home, his people, and not feel a pang of guilt. Oh, later he would probably be angry, furious even, but for now there was a huge job to do. And he had done his part. Without his own belief that the Time Lords were dead, then it wouldn’t have taken much longer for the Daleks to complete their mission and ‘exterminate’ them. In the end, it was worth it. The bitterness that the Doctor had carried seemed stupid now, all of the fury a ridiculous gesture. He was happier than he had ever, almost ever, been.

Now that the Doctor finally took some time to himself, he walked to sit alone on the edge of the new Citadel, where the grass began to give way to shimmering trees. Since the terraform, there had been a lot of extra storms, and the grass was still wet. It meant that the red was much more vibrant, leaving the edge of the woodland to be more like a dreamscape. It still felt that way. Pausing to collect his thoughts, the Time Lord felt the constant throb in his mind. The Time Lords were all there, buzzing away. How had he forgotten that they were so loud? Before the Time War, it had been nothing. He had never really thought about it, like music that hummed softly in the background. Now, the rhythm thumped. The headache wasn’t something that he wanted to lose soon, though. He was just happy that he wouldn’t have to be alone.

The Doctor’s gaze followed his right hand, wading in through the crimson turf. By now, it was early evening so the light that bounced off the silver trees shone like they were pleased with themselves. He grinned to himself. They certainly had something to be proud of. Taking in a deep breath, the Doctor glanced around, wanting to make sure that he wasn’t going to find himself asleep, or under some kind of alien hallucinatory drug. Maybe all of his adventuring had made him paranoid, but that didn’t matter. The scents in the air may have been a touch out of sync, but this felt like home. All that the Time Lord wanted to do was bask in the wonder of it, alone, but that particular wish was taken away quickly enough. By the looks of the figure coming towards him, the Doctor was in for either a question or some company. Once more, he smiled. If only his companions could see him now.

K'anpo - or the infamous Hermit - had spent most of the day on his new home planet at his new home. Going about the mountain to find a cave took long enough, seeing as how it was not the identical mountain. Not the same Mount Lung where he had spent his childhood and time before the War. But, once he had found his new cave to call home, K'anpo had pleanty of unpacking to do. The moist grass outside the cave now had an Earthen hemp mat atop it, bending the blades of crimson. A lovely welcome mat was all he needed to get started. Then came the organizing and figuring out where things would go here. Of course, he still was Gregory Walker back at Torchwood. He decided that keeping his position there would be a good thing. Having someone on the inside, and all of that. It felt good, though. Truly good to be home again. Sure, it was not the same home, but it was home enough. The voices in his head, the sweet mountain air, bright crimson grasses and shining silver leaves. Oh, it was so good to be home!

Roxie, his TARDIS, was once again a bookcase in the cave - hiding, he figured, from any rain that might come from outside. But, she liked being a bookcase for the while that he was human, so she could do what she liked. Earlier, she was a tree outside the cave, mimicing the new trees across this new world. But then she had gotten rained upon and went inside. Silly, sweet Roxie. Smoothing out a Native American blanket on his low-slung couch, K'anpo stepped back. He had so many new things from his travels that the cave did not feel like the old one. It was more roomy, and yet more ... homely. This entire enterprise had been a brillant idea. After opening that stupid little watch to realize that Doctor - and so many others - still alive!? Then creating the new Gallifrey? Oh, what a lovely time he had awoken to!

Gregory Walker took a 'sick day', seeing as he had tons saved up because he had never gotten sick before. That was why he was here. A day off from his disguised work to do some organizing on a planet where he did not have to hide. He knew who he was, and all his ... friends ... were there. It was quite something, to be sure! Smiling, K'anpo picked up his cane - as his leg, strangely enough, was still scared and bothered him from time to time - and pulled on the the nearest t-shirt. Leaving the cave, he smiled back over his shoulder towards Roxie. It was time to go exploring some more. Rain or shine, he could care less about getting wet. She was the finicky one. Stepping out onto his mat, K'anpo had not realized how shiningly slick the grass was when he came in here earlier. Shrugging it off, he started out with his cane in tow, swinging more than using it, really. He was just in too good of a mood.

Too good of a mood to apparently keep a steady footing.

He started sliding before he knew what he was doing, rolling, tumbling. It was slick, more slick than he had realized. Than he had compensated for. Ah well, a new way to explore. Laughing some as he slid down the mountain, he finally came to a stop at a small clearing. Rising, K'anpo brushed himself off and looked around. New space to explore. Ruffling the grass blades from his graying hair, K'anpo saw someone lying on the ground not too far away. Someone who looked familiar. Taking up the cane and spinning it between his fingers for a moment, he took off after the figure, trying to decide who he was before getting there. Sure, he could have started a conversation already, but all these thoughts and chatter were giving him a small headache - a happy headache, but a pain nonetheless. "Ello, thar!" He called when he was near enough, smiling joyfully, almost giddily. K'anpo was definitely not in the mood for acting his age. New Gallifrey just made him too happy for that.