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"You know, I warrant that the Ponds would say this was a bad idea," the Doctor reasons, hand stroking along the scaly exterior of the newest friend, "I imagine most of my erstwhile companions would, but you're not a harm, are you! Walk through a door, find a triceratops, eh? Where's the harm in that?" he says, though he's definitely being kept there by his interest more than he is the deluded belief that he's safe.

People don't simply turn up at their now-regular luxury hotel and wander through one of the guest doors to find massive doors welcoming you to Jurassic Park. Now, true, the Doctor has witnessed dinosaurs on a spaceship and dinosaurs in England and yes, so there have been plenty of times that he's seen dinosaurs, but never in a park, and certainly not one popularized by 90's filmography.

So, yes, one might call that a bit strange.

He's here wondering at the mechanics of it all, but that's not to diminish the sheer wonder of finding a triceratops eating its way through a large amount of weeds that don't belong anywhere near the same cretaceous period as this large, lumbering beauty. It doesn't take a sonic screwdriver or a well-tested Time Lord's mind to know that fact. He'd steered the old man away from the plants with a little dazzle of a light show, which has left him here with no TARDIS, a Jeep, and no real plan of what he's doing.

"Right," he admits, "that's a bad plan, rubbish plan, who thought that one up?" he says, hearing the distant hunting call of predators on the wind. They might be trapped behind barbed wire and electric fences, but bad things tend to happen when you put dangerous things behind bars. Look at him, for instance.

This might be the convenient time to start walking back to where there might be some doors. Curiosity is fine and all, but only until you're jaws-deep in a dinosaur's mouth and that never really was on his to-do list. "No reason to leave you here," he says brightly to the triceratops. "Come along, then!" he beckons to his newest companion as they begin their trek back to the visitor's centre, evenly paced so as to not give the other dinosaurs the inclination that his two hearts could be beating anything but at the normal rate of things.