Robin made a face as the Doctor picked up the cup of Butterbeer and drank from it. That was probably in the hands of some grubby little kid, and who knew how many people had stepped on it? Her thoughts were interrupted, though, as a blaze of pain shot through her own head, causing her to cry out for a second before the pain disappeared altogether, leaving her panting and confused. Then, she looked at the Doctor and gasped in shock.<br/><br/>He was screaming, yelling, clawing at his head... Something was happening, and Robin had no idea what to do to help him. She placed a hand gently on his arm but she didn't think he even felt it. Nor did she think he heard her shouting at him several times. Soon, though, something else seemed to happen and his eyes flew open.<br/><br/>As he began shouting about this girl, Rose Tyler, Robin took a bewildered and slightly frightened step back. He was so intense, so strange... And in this moment, with his eyes like molten metal and his voice like white-hot fire, he seemed dangerous as well. In this moment, Robin could see where he got nicknames like the oncoming storm... Or the destroyer of worlds.<br/><br/>Then he was looking at her, and she felt even more terrified. His golden eyes, usually so full of life and fervor, had changed. They were timeless, ageless, and old. So old... Robin couldn't even fathom how old the Doctor must have been, or the things he must have seen, to have eyes like that.<br/><br/>After he apologized, he walked off without a backward glance, and Robin stood there in shock for one more moment before jogging again to catch up to him. When she did, she grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop. Looking up at him a little nervously, she wrapped her arms around his waist and embraced him for a couple of seconds.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, Doctor," she said softly. Then, she released him, but grabbed his hand again and pulled him along with her toward the waiting danger.