No, seriously. She had ended up zapping back home two days after she'd first arrived in the hotel, while getting up to go to the loo in her suite and panicking about her next shift--the door had ended up being the door to the lounge loo in the hospital, about ten minutes after she'd left it--and she had decided to take it as a transdimensional fluke, report it to UNIT and Jack, and call it a day.
But this time she'd been just getting home, and she'd been bored and lonely on the Tube home from shopping, and okay okay maybe reminiscing a little, that was allowed. And so she'd walked through the door to the kitchen to boil some water, and there she was again. She was going to have to start carrying more cash, if this was going to be a thing, and if this was going to be a thing, she was going to have to figure out what the hell it was.
In the meantime, reconnaissance was in order. And if that dovetailed nicely with a reception, so be it. At least this time she had a little more prep time for the whole thing, time for a shower and to fix her hair and change into the jeans she'd got at Fraser's that she was still carrying with; by 6:20, she was downstairs with a cosmopolitan in hand, surveying the crowd.
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No, seriously. She had ended up zapping back home two days after she'd first arrived in the hotel, while getting up to go to the loo in her suite and panicking about her next shift--the door had ended up being the door to the lounge loo in the hospital, about ten minutes after she'd left it--and she had decided to take it as a transdimensional fluke, report it to UNIT and Jack, and call it a day.
But this time she'd been just getting home, and she'd been bored and lonely on the Tube home from shopping, and okay okay maybe reminiscing a little, that was allowed. And so she'd walked through the door to the kitchen to boil some water, and there she was again. She was going to have to start carrying more cash, if this was going to be a thing, and if this was going to be a thing, she was going to have to figure out what the hell it was.
In the meantime, reconnaissance was in order. And if that dovetailed nicely with a reception, so be it. At least this time she had a little more prep time for the whole thing, time for a shower and to fix her hair and change into the jeans she'd got at Fraser's that she was still carrying with; by 6:20, she was downstairs with a cosmopolitan in hand, surveying the crowd.