The Doctor had been checking over his tools whilst Robin dressed. More than ten glittering objects lay on a slide out table that was built into the seemingly wooden frame of the TARDIS's control pad. He gazed over them, tenderly fiddling with the tools whilst programing co-ordinates into the TARDIS with his free hand.<br/><br/>"Lets see... Sonic Screwdriver, Laser Spanner, Psychic Wrench, Special Straw, Quantum Drill, Ganymede Driver, Mergin Nut, Opra Glasses, Psychic Paper, really big hammer..." He rattled off as he counted the tools.<br/><br/>He didn't look up as Robin entered, he just continued to organise the bizarre collection before gradually pocketing them one by one.<br/><br/>"You look lovely," the Doctor spoke softly, even though he wasn't looking. "And I am taking you home. Ever since you met me you've almost been killed, you've been scarred, tortured, frightened to your core and to top it all off you're now going to blame yourself for something that was entirely my fault."<br/><br/>He shook his head before turning to the TARDIS console and violently bashing down on a few of the buttons. "I should have left you alone. I should have stayed by myself the moment I woke up in the TARDIS with no memory. I shouldn't have poisoned your life."