Pit Stop [Open]

Twelve was having a pretty darn good day, until the TARDIS decided to crash him in 21st century Earth low on gas. He was now in Cardiff fueling up on the rift. Clara had gone ahead of him to do whatever she usually did, and The Doctor was left fixing up the old girl for a little bit before he made his way out of the blue box himself. He didn't want to be here; he'd rather be out there traveling the stars and showing off the universe to his companion than being stranded here. Finding Gallifrey and releasing his world when it was safe would be great, but what the TARDIS wants, the TARDIS gets.  He still loved the old girl, of course, though he wished he didn't have to stop all the time and hoped that she would bring him where he wanted to more often. There wasn't anything he could do about it anyways. The Doctor sighed and walked out of his usually untrustworthy TARDIS and took a deep breath in of the fresh air from the world around him.  Well, it wouldn't be too bad would it? 

He was new to this regeneration, and still didn't quite know exactly who he was.  He knew he was a man who easily got annoyed and easily loved people, a bit grumpy sometimes (but if someone called that out, he would deny it), and he had a knack for card tricks.  In fact, he was carrying a deck in his hand, shuffling it as a small little entertainment thing.   He looked around the street, the large arch right behind him.  Memories of his past here began making him feel nostalgic.  Jack, Mickey, Rose, Margaret the Slitheen, the rift opening, refueling several times.  He wondered why he stopped choosing this place to refuel...  Oh well, he was old, he was bound to forget some things.