Well, the Tardis seemed to have wanted to put down here for some reason. So the Doctor might as well investigate. He knew they were in France, sometime in the 1800s but beyond that, well...he'd just have to look around. There was an overall scent of dust and age about the place.
The beam of light flashed around, looking for some kind of telltale markings or something to tell him where he was. It caught the colored glass of the window in front of him and glinted off the candlesticks. The Doctor made a pleased sound of discovery as he bent to light one of the matches and lit a few candles. "There, that's better," he says to no one in particular.
He could now see the room was a smallish one, even smaller now that the Tardis stood in it. Turning, he locked up the blue box, putting the key in his pocket.
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The beam of light flashed around, looking for some kind of telltale markings or something to tell him where he was. It caught the colored glass of the window in front of him and glinted off the candlesticks. The Doctor made a pleased sound of discovery as he bent to light one of the matches and lit a few candles. "There, that's better," he says to no one in particular.
He could now see the room was a smallish one, even smaller now that the Tardis stood in it. Turning, he locked up the blue box, putting the key in his pocket.