Fill: Challenge #260 (DW)
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"Come on, this way," the Doctor called over his shoulder as he turned the corner, around the steel-and-aqua-glass front of a bank. Donna broke into a jog to catch up with him, skirting around passersby, and as she neared, he broke off again, this time into a tiny path, snaking between the hulking modern structures, barely wide enough to be a one-way. "There it is!" he declared, pointing at a singular tiny shop, its signs advertising the latest mobiles at war with its ancient architecture. "Told you I knew right where it was!"
Stopping dead, Donna planted her fists on her hips. "This part of London's a warren. How did you know exactly how to get here?"
"It's not that hard. Been here before, after all." He pointed back towards the bank. "Used to be a pub on that corner, run by the Duke of Clarence. Visited him there a number of times. Well, a few trips." He sniffed. "Maybe twice."
Donna rolled her eyes. "A duke ran a pub?" Then she frowned. "Wait, there's no Duke of Clarence, hasn't been as far as I know. Or do you mean that Duke of Clarence? Richard III and all that?"
He grinned. "His friends called him Clarey."
Donna's jaw dropped. "That was..." She paused a moment to calculate. "Six centuries ago! How can you find a shop in a city after six centuries of growth?"
Puzzled, the Doctor glanced at the old shop, then at the new buildings surrounding it. He shrugged. "It's London. Looks just like I remember it."
Donna groaned. Grabbing his hand, she yanked him toward the destination. "Come on."
"Come on, this way," the Doctor called over his shoulder as he turned the corner, around the steel-and-aqua-glass front of a bank. Donna broke into a jog to catch up with him, skirting around passersby, and as she neared, he broke off again, this time into a tiny path, snaking between the hulking modern structures, barely wide enough to be a one-way. "There it is!" he declared, pointing at a singular tiny shop, its signs advertising the latest mobiles at war with its ancient architecture. "Told you I knew right where it was!"
Stopping dead, Donna planted her fists on her hips. "This part of London's a warren. How did you know exactly how to get here?"
"It's not that hard. Been here before, after all." He pointed back towards the bank. "Used to be a pub on that corner, run by the Duke of Clarence. Visited him there a number of times. Well, a few trips." He sniffed. "Maybe twice."
Donna rolled her eyes. "A duke ran a pub?" Then she frowned. "Wait, there's no Duke of Clarence, hasn't been as far as I know. Or do you mean that Duke of Clarence? Richard III and all that?"
He grinned. "His friends called him Clarey."
Donna's jaw dropped. "That was..." She paused a moment to calculate. "Six centuries ago! How can you find a shop in a city after six centuries of growth?"
Puzzled, the Doctor glanced at the old shop, then at the new buildings surrounding it. He shrugged. "It's London. Looks just like I remember it."
Donna groaned. Grabbing his hand, she yanked him toward the destination. "Come on."