"Sawyer," Sarah called, beckoning the wolf from his mat. She smiled as he slowly lumbered forward, but not after a large yawn.
They walked over to the front door, Sarah Jane leaning against the Doctor as she looked out into the darkness. She frowned. Although she had never been to New Orleans before, she expected that it would at least be a little more well, festive.
She wrinkled her nose as a breeze blew past them. "Doctor, it smells like the ocean. Aren't we supposed to be in a city?"
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Date: 2008-07-08 06:02 pm (UTC)They walked over to the front door, Sarah Jane leaning against the Doctor as she looked out into the darkness. She frowned. Although she had never been to New Orleans before, she expected that it would at least be a little more well, festive.
She wrinkled her nose as a breeze blew past them. "Doctor, it smells like the ocean. Aren't we supposed to be in a city?"