a world in itself [Ten]

[Sara Sobczak]

Her hair would just not work with her today! Frustrated, Sara angrily let her arms fall to her side, releasing the hair she had her grip on and letting it drop to her shoulders. She had wanted to try something new with it, but...whatever. Sara wanted it out of her face today, so she put it in a simple bun and headed back into her room from the bathroom. She wasn't completely dressed yet; she was still in her baggy pajamas. Sara blew a bit of air out the side of her mouth to move her bangs a bit out of her eyes, not entirely ready for the day ahead of her. She strolled over to the dresser that contained a variety of shirts and other articles of clothing for her to wear. She flung one of the drawers and began shuffling through her various tops. It only took her about thirty seconds to find the black and white tank top she had been seeking. After pulling that on real quick, she continued searching. Not to far from it was a black jacket-like cardigan, which she quickly slipped on as well. Lying out on the dresser was a necklace with a long chain which she casually slipped on over her head. The necklace had a black feather and a couple of gems dangling from it, including a small silver ring. Last came her dark scarlet jeans and her black slip-on shoes. Now completely dressed, Sara could work on makeup. She didn't have to do much since she wasn't really trying to impress anyone, but she did put on some red lipstick that lit up her lips a bit.

Now ready (unfortunately) to start her day, Sara grabbed her ukulele from the corner of the corner of the room, placed it in its carrying case, and headed for the door. It wasn't necessarily the instrument she wanted to take out that day, but she had a lot of walking to do today and any other would probably become too heavy after the first couple of blocks. Leaving the building had become such a routine for her that time practically zoomed by. Outside of the building, she took a moment to observe. With the ukulele case strung around her back, Sara glanced around at the people simply passing her by. Looking to the left, she recalled the other day when her roommate spotted that strange disappearing box. She was still curious about the subject, so she got the little idea in her mind that something might still be there. Sara turned and walked toward where the box once stood. Once sure that she was in the approximate spot, she stopped and stood once again. Sara looked around at the ground. Well of course nothing was there. That would be too simple. Sara stood for a bit longer before deciding to move on, continuing down the street and heading further into town.

Eventually, realizing that she should probably eat something, Sara decided to stop somewhere for. She came across a tiny restaurant with tables and chairs outside, and of course she had to try it out. She picked one of the empty tables and took a seat, slinging the ukulele case over the back of the chair after removing the instrument. After a waitress came and took her order - a cup of tea for now - Sara cradled the ukulele in her lap and looked around. There weren't many other people seated around her, and the rest simply walked by as the morning rush moved in. Sara gave a simple shrug. "Missing out!" she muttered, moving her fingers over the strings of her instrument. Usually by now someone showed interest in it, but she couldn't always snatch up an audience. She sat there for a moment, trying to think of a song that could certainly draw in a crowd. But alas, nothing came to mind. Perhaps once she had her tea it'd help her think...

[The Tenth Doctor]

Despite what a lot of people say, he doesn’t go companion hunting. He has always had a thing for humans, even if it is a bit embarrassing, but they’re just so damn interesting that he can’t help himself. Still, he’s ruined so many of their lives, he usually tries to convince himself that this will be the last one, after this, no more destroying-humans’-lives.

But the boredom and loneliness come back, they always do, and he finds himself standing in the middle of London without thinking. He’s almost manic with the desire to find someone; he recognizes none of them, and isn’t that strange? So many people, so many lives, and not one of them realize by sight that he is the man who constantly ruins their friends and family and Christmases. Humans are stupid in that way. But perhaps that’s what makes them attractive; their completely unintentional innocence that they are born with. Whether or not that innocence stays is up to them.

This time, the TARDIS lands herself in London. The Doctor sighs when he realizes. Something about London, Cardiff, and Europe in general seem to be attractive to her – and him – and he keeps ending up there. Maybe because he has a Scottish accent this time? Whatever it is, he’s here again.

They’re next to a wall, relatively hidden by shadows, though less than he would have hoped, and across the street from a hotel. The Doctor chuckles. That’s another strange things about humans: they constantly choose to station themselves in areas where they are inevitably surrounded by other human beings, and yet barely interact with them at all. He doesn’t understand how they’re not all tempted to gather together and just talk. Honestly, if the human race was more open to strangers, they could organize so much more.

He pulls out his sonic screw driver and hits the button, testing the air for, well, whatever there is in the air. He doesn’t find anything, not at first. But – what? – no, surely that’s just a fluke. That’s an intergalactic type signal, rarely found on Earth. Oh, but the keyword there is rarely. Perhaps he’ll just stick around for a bit, investigate. After all, nobody ever found harm in being curious…? Well actually, yes, they did, all the time. But better just to pretend there was no actual meaning to that phrase.

He hop-skips a step before walking across the street and towards what looked like a small town. He smiled to himself – sadly enough, just being around these humans made him giggly – and gave slightly too-extravagant hellos to a few of them. He stopped once he was closer to the social hub, looking about and wondering if there was really any good reason for him to be here, besides the fact that he wanted to be. An old woman feeding pigeons alone, a man trying to hide the fact that he was running from his girlfriend, a young woman plucking out random notes on a ukulele drinking tea. The Doctor stifled a smile; he remembered the average Londoner’s apparent fascination with a good, hot cuppa.

“Got any tunes for us?” He said, walking over with his hands in his pockets and positively beaming. Oh, he really, really shouldn’t be talking to her. Everyone he talked to went to dust, after all. But it was so tempting! He chuckles quietly, hoping that the girl doesn’t take offense. Humans can be rather picky about feelings, after all. Always ready to be offended.

[Sara Sobczak]

That sound; oh, how she adored it. Especially when used to convey a phrase like that. Sara got so excited when another's voice graces her ears, and now was no exception. Even with a quick phrase like that, she could clearly identify an accent, though she's not sure why she expected any different. Perhaps it was all the years of living in the states. Still not used to the accents around her. Before looking up to properly address her stranger, Sara gave a wide grin as she stared down at her instrument's strings. There was a brief bit of suspense before she lifted her head, for Sara enjoyed keeping the average stranger on his toes.  When she did finally look up, she maintained her smile as her eyes found the somewhat goofy grin of the man, so eager to hear her play. But before all of that could happen, her mind went to work, studying his face to get a full understanding of what he was feeling at that moment. The apparent happiness was completely obvious, however she could see the age and sadness in his eyes. The young man had probably been through quite a lot in his lifetime. He would need something to calm his tired soul, and it was quite fortunate that he had come to the right place. 

"Of course," she said enthusiastically, sparing him of a more eccentric reply. Sara felt as though she couldn't waste any time with this one, for it could really effect how he ends up going about his day. Changing one person, after all, doesn't just affect that person. It can change everyone they encounter, and that can always make life so much easier to live. If her assumption of his troubles were correct, she'd need a good song to calm someone like him. Well, she figured she could start with a quick and cheerful tune in an attempt to lure him in. From the hundreds of people passing her by, Sara could tell that she probably wouldn't be able to get anyone else this close, and she desperately needed some interaction. She decided to play a short chord progression that was commonly used for those first starting out on the instrument. Though she could have gone with something a little more complex, she was sure that she could show off her skills after they conversed a bit more. So finally she began to play the little song, and the sound of her ukulele filled the air. The sound was quite reminiscent of the music often associated with a Hawaiian paradise. Sara tapped her foot against the ground to the beat and glanced back and forth between her instrument and the stranger. Her smile, of course, remained on her face the entire time. 

The song continued playing for nearly a minute before Sara concluded it. Upon striking the final chord, she looked to the man again, searching for approval or praise. She still wished to have some company, so she didn't hesitate to invite him to stay. "I can play more than that," she informed him, "but only if you have some tea with me." Sara gave another smile and motioned for the man to take the seat across from her. While waiting, she fiddled with her ukulele a bit, playing a few scattered notes that actually sounded lovely when put together. She hoped that she wouldn't be kept waiting for long; after all, time was too short to be wasted.

[The Tenth Doctor]

“Of course,” the girl said, and the Doctor grinned. The girl had an American accent; it’d been a while since he’d heard an American speak! Though, he girl didn’t look entirely American. Perhaps European roots? She was awfully pretty, whatever she was.

The Doctor giggled as the girl started playing a cheerful Hawaiian-type tune, in the strange way he had. Well really, it wasn’t much of a giggle; it sounded something like, “Ha-ah!” But it was the only word he could think of that might apply to the sound . Oh, the English language. It was such a shame that they didn’t have more words for types of laughter. But that was humans. They had twice as many words for their own feces than they did for their laughter.

He continued the chuckle until the short song ended about a minute later. “I can play more than that, but only if you have tea with me,” the girl said smiling. The Doctor smiled back.

“Brilliant, okay,” he grinned, and sat down across from her at the table. He listened as he plucked a little tune out on her ukulele. The girl was eager, pretty; brilliant! All those good humans out there, doing their own best with their brilliant minds whirring at the fastest they could; it made the Doctor so happy to be alive. He waved the waitress over with a finger. “Ah, two please,” he said, peppy. Looking back at the girl, he kept on his goofy look of glee.

“So, who’re you then?”

[Sara Sobczak]

Sara was quite fortunate for the man's friendliness, and the fact that he was so social really satisfied her. He didn't hesitate at all to take the seat across from her and order his own cup of tea. She could tell already that this one was different, for there were very few people who have taken that seat. Plus, he complimented her and was so eager to learn more about her already. Lastly, he wondered exactly who she was, so she figured now was the time for an introduction. She let her instrument rest on her lap for a moment so that she could take a quick sip of her tea. Upon resting the cup back on the saucer, she decided to reveal her name. "Sara Sobczak," she said, pulling her chair a bit closer toward the table. "From America, if you couldn't tell already." She gave a bit of a chuckle. Her lack of a European accent was so obvious to everybody that frankly she had gotten tired of talking about it. People should just accept that you can encounter anyone on the streets nowadays.

Now that he seemed to be more relaxed, Sara took the opportunity to examine him a bit more. She first noticed that he appeared quite formal. Perhaps he was attending some sort of event? No, if he were, he probably wouldn't have stopped. Plus his shoes said otherwise. They were converse, as far as she could tell. He was quite like her in a way; all dressed up with nowhere to go, simply expecting something wonderful to appear or occur. She decided, at least for now, that she would have to be that wonderful thing for this man. "So," she said with her smile, "have you got a name?" She clutched her ukulele in her arms, waiting for him to say a bit more before she chose another song to play for him.

[The Tenth Doctor]

“Sara Sobczak. From America, if you couldn’t tell already,” the girl introduced herself, returning his laugh with a short one of her own and confirming the Doctor’s suspicions of her origins. He watched her watching him with amusement. Humans were well known for their attitude towards new people, strangers: always so quick to judge, some much quicker than others. They relied so heavily on first assumptions, equal parts right and wrong on average. Some humans made blunt assumptions that were just plain cruel, but all of them made ones in general. Human nature.

“So,” she – Sara – smiled, “Have you got a name?” Ah, the inevitable question. One he sometimes dreaded answering, depending on the person’s tolerance to not knowing his actual name.

“The doctor,” he said. “Just the Doctor, nothing more.” He chuckled, “If it makes you uncomfortable, call me John Smith. Or anything else for that matter. Though not Mickey. Or Jack, for that matter. Actually, just John, if not the Doctor,” he started to babble slightly, but he said everything so quickly, it wasn’t really as if he’d been talking for a long time. Or at least, he hadn’t been talking for the amount of time a normal human would have used saying all that. He laughed in spite of himself.

“So Sara, what do you do in this world?” Perhaps that sounded strange, foreign, but he didn’t really care.

[Sara Sobczak]

Sara would be lying if she didn't question the stranger's name. He called himself 'the Doctor,' yet he also went by John Smith. He mentioned other names as well, but quickly shot them down. Strange indeed. What was wrong with those names? But then again, maybe they brought back memories that this man (whoever he was) did not wish to dwell upon. But even Sara knew that the name 'John Smith' was merely a combination of two extremely common names, and people who often wanted to mask their own identity chose to use John Smith as a replacement. Sara wasn't given much to work off of with a name like 'the Doctor' either, but then again it really could have been his name. Years of having to explain a name like that would drive a person to take a pseudonym, and in this case, a well-known one. She gave a chuckle, slightly amused at his babbling. "It's 'the Doctor' then," she said, deciding to call the man the name which he had first mentioned. "John Smith is just a bit cliché, don't you think?" She wasn't intending to offend him, simply humor him a bit.

The next question he gave certainly could have led to anything. Sara had a pretty quick answer to start off with. "Well, believe me, I try to do it all." Quite vague, yes, but it was entirely true. Sara tried to get so much out of life, for she knew time was limited. "But if you must know, I'm mostly a musician." She glanced down at the ukulele still resting in her lap and strummed it gently. "If you couldn't tell already." she added. "But I'm also a foreign exchange student, trying to get the most out of what has become my favorite city." Sara glanced back out at the crowds moving past the two, heading in all sorts of directions. Her eyes trailed to the towering buildings and she got a little warm and fuzzy inside. She watched them for a moment before turning back to the Doctor, assuming he was expecting a question from her next. "So, Doctor, I can tell that you've got quite a story to tell, that is, if you're willing to share...?" Well of course she was curious. She believed curiosity was simply human nature, and Sara was no exception.

[The Tenth Doctor]

“It’s ‘the Doctor’ then,” Sara agreed, and the Doctor was glad she played along with his ridiculous not-name. Of course, he wouldn’t have minded going by something else, but the Doctor was what he was used to. Who he was. Who he’d been for so, so long. “John Smith is just a bit cliché, don’t you think?”

The Doctor laughed, because, well, how true that was. As far as he knew, John Smith had been for decades one of the most popular English names on planet Earth. But because it was common, it made it easy to be ambiguous when he needed to be. “Yes, I suppose it is, isn’t it,” he hummed, before asking her what she did in a non-pedestrian manner.

“Well, believe me, I try to do it all. But if you must know, I’m mostly a musician, if you couldn’t tell already,” she said, looking down at the instrument in her lap, still gently caressing the strings, causing them to make the faintest of notes. “But I’m also a foreign exchange student, trying to get the most out of what has become my favourite city.”

The Doctor nodded in agreement. Oh yes, he loved London too. He wasn’t sure if it was his favourite city – a lot of bad thing seemed to happy there – but it was so nice, and pretty, and the people… Well, the people. He thought about what he’d just learned: the girl was a transfer student. At least mildly adventurous then. That was good. No, he most definitely wasn’t trying to evaluate her potential as a companion, he was over that. Right. So, so over. Of course. “So, Doctor,” Sara started again, stressing his name, “I can tell that you’ve got quite a story to tell, that is, if you’re willing to share…?” She ended with an open question.

“Can you?” He asked, equally curious and enthralled. Oh, she was so forward, and not afraid to speak. He loved the bold ones. Granted, they did tend not to listen to him, but even the not-bold ones did that. “Huh, interesting.”

He took a sip of his tea, sticking his pinky finger out as was what he was pretty sure an English custom. Or at least, if was, a few years ago. Or was it decades? Years, decades, same difference. Well, not really, but mostly. Sort of. Whatever, he might just look a bit comical was all. Swallowing, he began again, “I’m just…” he thought for a second, unsure how to finish. Just what? He waved his hand vaguely in the air, “Traveling. I’m a traveler or sorts, you might say.”

[Sara Sobczak]

He was obviously hesitant, but Sara couldn't really object. There was one thing she had for every person worthy of it: respect. So, she figured she would just have to work with what he gave her. Sara really lucked out, for he revealed that he was one to enjoy travel. The idea of exploring new places was one of the things that gave Sara such a thrill, another obviously being performing before an audience. "A traveler, huh?" she said, attempting to hold in most of the excitement that was bubbling within her. "You know, I find travel the sole method of leading to a discovery about ones self. There's just so much out there for a person to learn." She could have gone on about how travel has helped her uncover many things that she didn't know about herself, but he probably knew that already. She assumed most travelers with the least bit of intelligence could come to conclusions easily. "It's just so...exciting, isn't it?"

Here came that curiosity again. Seemingly out of nowhere, Sara began to question the places he's been to. With a smile, she asked, "ever gone to Poland? If you couldn't tell by the name, I've got deep roots. My parents were actually born there." She hoped that a mysterious man like this could have figured that out without much thought, but you never know. "It was the first country I ever traveled to, as a matter of fact. Visited relatives when I was just 6 years old." Ah, memories. Recalling simple days of visiting in Poland really calmed Sara's restless mind. It gave her a chance to slow down and allow the Doctor to respond.

[The Tenth Doctor]

“It’s so… exciting, isn’t it?” Sara said. The Doctor nodded excitedly. Of course it was, he loved traveling. Even if he did tend to spread misfortunate wherever he went, it was still always fun in the beginning, right?

“It is,” he agreed.

“Ever gone to Poland? If you couldn’t tell by the name, I’ve got deep roots. My parents were actually born there.” Ah, so it was Poland. That was Europe, wasn’t it? “It was the first country I ever traveled to, as a matter of fact. Visited relatives when I was just six years old.” The girl seemed pleased with the declaration of fact, and the Doctor couldn’t blame her. Traveling, whether it was to another country or planet or universe… Wherever it was, the initial feeling – the thrill of being in a new place – was always the same. The same, unforgettable and never dull feeling.

“I have, actually,” he said, wondering. “That was a long time ago. Such a long time ago. But yes, I’ve been. Beautiful, it is, isn’t it. So, so beautiful.” He was repeating words a lot. He tended to do that.

He looked at Sara, a smile still playing on his face. “You’re beautiful yourself, you know.” He knew about the human concept of flirting, but was pretty sure that Sara would understand that he wasn’t flirting, not really, just trying to compliment. Humans were beautiful creatures. He picked up his tea cup and finished drinking with a long sip.

[Sara Sobczak]

Sara was grateful that he had been able to experience Poland's beauty during his lifetime. She felt at times that the country was underrated, and it felt good whenever she met someone who's been there before. She nodded in agreement with him upon mention of the country's beauty. Sara hadn't visited since High School, but she explored outside of the city her parents had grown up in during that trip. The countryside was vast, as it never seemed to end. She knew that she would be visiting her true home many times in the future. Sara would have spoken more about it (she had a tendency to ramble when certain subjects interested her), but then the Doctor said something that made her switch gears a bit.

The compliment made her smile. She couldn't help it. "I get that a lot," she said, beaming. Appreciation was an important quality that many people lacked, but not this man. She chuckled a bit, as if she couldn't believe he was such a gentleman. She wasn't exactly sure how to continue on from there, as her words wouldn't be able to compete. So she turned to the one thing that just might be able to impress him. Somehow the ukulele found her hands once again, and she reorganized her posture so that she was sitting upright and her legs weren't crossed. She began to tap her foot against the ground to a somewhat slow beat, and her left hand gripped the neck of the ukulele. It was with her right that she began strumming, humming a little tune along with the music for a brief moment before singing.

"Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high, and the dreams that you dreamed of once in a lullaby..." A slight pause, then she continued. "Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly, and the dreams that you dreamed of, dreams really do come true, oh." She glanced down at her ukulele, moving her fingers accordingly to accompany the modulation. She looked back up to the Doctor with her smile. "Someday I'll wish upon a star, wake up where the clouds are far behind me, where trouble melts like lemon drops high above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me." The notes lowered to the sound Sara originally started with, returning to conclude the song. "Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly, and the dream that you dare to, why, oh why, can't I?" Sara concluded with humming the tune that she had at the beginning of the song, ultimately finishing off with a simple chord. She watched the man across from her, waiting for his reaction. She anticipated that goofy grin of his.

[The Tenth Doctor]

“I get that a lot,” she answered to his compliment, grinning. The Doctor’s smile faltered mostly unnoticeably for just a second. Oh dear, was she one of the stuck up ones? He hoped not, she’d been so fun up until now. But… Well, she was a human. All humans are like this, sort of. He needn’t target her for following instinct, right? It didn’t matter. Besides, it was witty. Right, that’s what it was. She was witty, not vain.

He watched as she gathered her ukulele closer in her arms and began to play again. This time, she sang, and the Doctor’s grin became a whole lot more genuine. She had a good voice – he could always appreciate good music – and the tune was excellent. He liked the chords, how they flowed, but the song sounded… familiar. Oh, right, that. He recognized it, suddenly. That’s right, She had made him watch the movie it was from with her one time, hadn’t She? Oh… god, he missed her. No, no, this was a cheerful song, wasn’t it? He couldn’t go getting all depressed over simply things now, could he.

“That’s very lovely,” he sighed, his smile slightly wistful. “It’s a good song, that. What’s it called again?” Oh, he couldn’t remember himself of course. Probably because he’d… been watching Her more than the movie itself. She had been far more interesting than anything else, after all.

OOC: Sorry for short post, my muse it a little dry right now.

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[Sara Sobczak]

She nearly laughed, but kept her mouth shut for the sake of his respect for her. Sara simply figured that the people over here weren't as obsessed with the song and the movie it comes from than they were back in America. She allowed a little chuckle to escape, simply doing so to display her surprise for his lack of knowledge about the song. "You mean, 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow'? Name's in the title," she said, still chuckling a bit. This continued for a moment until Sara looked up and into his eyes; oh yes, they were somewhere else alright. A distant memory seemed to rise back up to the forefront of his mind, and she realized that it was probably the distracting memory that led him to forget the simplest things. Her laugh and smile faded, suddenly concerned for the Doctor, for this man that she just met. She felt a bit bad now; she was a bit sad, too, for no apparent reason. He was probably one of those people who could really effect the others around him.

But Sara knew she would have none of that. Her attention turned back to her ukulele, for it was the only thing that would really distract her from the negative energy. She began fiddling with the strings a bit, tuning the instrument until the sound was just right. As she did so, she continued speaking. "You know, I particularly love that song because it mentions a little place far away from here where you can forget all of the tragedies of the past." There was a brief pause to pay attention to her notes, but soon she continued once again. "Even though right here and right now may be miserable, you've just got to keep dreaming of that place beyond the sadness where you can feel good again. It makes life worth living..." She glanced back up at him now, pulling her attention from her instrument. "...and even a man such as yourself shouldn't have to go through life haunted by the past." Sara watched him closely. "You've got a place somewhere over the rainbow too."

[The Tenth Doctor]

She chuckled at his amusing ignorance of Earthly subjects and pop culture, not looking up from her instrument. “You mean, ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow?’ Names in the title,” she laughed. The Doctor thought it nice to hear her cheerful; she had a nice laugh. But she looked up and must have seen the unmasked pain in his eyes at the memory of Her, and he felt guilt creep into his skin at the fact that his sadness has caused her laugh to fade away. She looked sympathetic, pitying. But he didn’t want her pity.

He tried to adjust his face, but it doesn’t work. Sara looked back down at her ukulele, tapping away at the strings, and he wondered if she knew how obvious it was to him that she was avoiding looking at him. Perhaps he was too depressing to keep anyone cheerful for long.

“You know, I particularly love that song because it mentions a little place far away from here where you can forget all the tragedies of the past,” she said, and in her pause before she spoke again, the Doctor thought: was there a place like that for him? Did it even exist for anyone? He didn’t think so. One can forget temporally about the past, but once you have met someone, you never truly forget them, even if you do it subconsciously. The mind is a curious thing, and the path of mind of a humans’ was even more interesting, in some ways; the way they can ignore inconvenient facts with such ease, some of them. He thinks of Donna.

“Even though right here and now may be miserable, you’ve just got to keep dreaming of that lace beyond the sadness where you can feel good again,” she said. “It makes life worth living…” she trailed off for a moment to look up at him, and then continued, her eyes staring at him, analytical. “…And even a man such as yourself shouldn’t have to go through life haunted by the past. You’ve got a place somewhere over the rainbow too.”

The Doctor made a breathy sound, huffing out through his nose. This girl was something else, alright. And what did she man, a man such as himself? He wondered if she knew more than she was letting on, but no, she didn’t seem to suspicious, and the sonic wasn’t reacting to her at all. She was simply a very unusual human being with an incredibly bold mindset. Huh. Out of all the humans he could run into on Earth and he chooses this one.

“I wouldn’t count on that,” he said, his voice low and quiet, the glum tone off putting to even his own ears. “Not for me anyway. But it’s a happy prospect.” He made a weak attempt at a smile, and made another sound, a quick breath out his nose, one of amusement and exasperation at this perfectly human girl. “Though I suppose,” he brightened his expression a bit more, “It’s completely possible for you, isn’t it. All that material, written down in your head. It’s like a story book, isn’t it?” Perhaps he wasn’t making much sense, but ah well, no matter.

He gave a soft chuckle, and then stood, holding his empty tea cup in his hands, saucer in one and the other grasping lightly onto the handle of the mug. “Well, I’d best be going. That was a very lovely song. But, you know, more traveling to do and all.”

[Sara Sobczak]

She could see what he was like. Clearly finding better days was too much for him, as he was to focused on what had happened in the past. She still didn't know one bit of his history, but it didn't matter because she could see right through him. But still, Sara knew that no matter what advice she gave, in the end he would have to work things out by himself. Still, she was almost sad to see him go, but even with people stopping to hear what she had to say, they all left eventually. It was almost inevitable. Sara was just glad to pull them out of their own heads for once and give them a second opinion. She kept her eyes locked on him. "Nothing's ever that easy," she admitted. "But trust me, even someone like you can feel better, even if it takes what feels like an eternity."

Sara had to gather herself a bit when he announced that he was leaving. She suddenly wished her smile could make him stay, just a bit longer, just so they could talk. It had been so long since she just talked with someone, and short encounters like this usually never really amounted to anything. Sara wished that just this one time, she could luck out. Still, she tried to keep that smile, hiding her sadness. "I understand," she said. "There's no stopping that ambition, is there?" Sara chuckled a bit, but the laugh was quite forced. There was no way that she'd be able to stop him, after all, she still knew nothing about him except for what was on the surface. "Have fun, wherever you end up, Doctor." Ending on that note, Sara turned back to her ukulele, fiddling with it a bit again.

ooc; sorry for the shortness >_>