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Soft receding steps from a dirt floor gave the man a pause as he pushed up his glasses to the bridge of his nose, waiting for a second, placing a finger on the rim of the glasses as he scanned the area, 'this isn't anything as I had imagined earlier, London is absolutely gorgeous!' thought the man happily as he let his finger drop from his glasses to the pockets of his windbreaker. He felt at peace, regardless of the different climate and area, this place was wonderful. His gaze was brought up to a clear blue sky as he gaze din awe at Big Ben. What a lovely clock tower, how large and intimidating, a perfect recipe for respect and reverence.

But now wasn't the time to enjoy small pleasantries, the man had decided it well enough as he picked up his pace as he walked down the streets, his Western attire gaining sudden looks of question of why a man dressed in such...strange garb was in London of all places. He, too wondered that at times himself. What was he doing here? There were no people to socialize with, there certainly weren't any bounty boards last time he checked, so why was he here? For the mere purpose of 'small pleasantries'. He smiled to himself as he slipped his thumb through the small crevice between the belt and his coat as he whistled in oblivious delight striding through the town like some tourist. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would get a native of the place asking him if he needed directions. That certainly turned his mood up as he respectably refused but thanked whomever had asked.

He recited Shakespeare in his free time, like now especially. "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet!" he proclaimed as he waltzed through the town square, seating himself on a nearby bench as he laid one leg over the other nonchalantly and pulled out his trusty Sniper Rifle, whom he had named Julietta. He felt his gloved fingers slide over the grooves of the gun's frame. He smiled again, this weapon had never failed him before. Providing head shots like chickens laying eggs, it never failed. Only the time of great fear was when he had no bullets to use.

Another English passerby glanced at Clive worriedly, pulling his coat closer to him as he hurried his pace past the ill-worn man. Clive didn't mind however, he was glad not to be questioned, it pitied him so that so many English natives wouldn't have at least suspected Clive to be English himself, his nose, face shape and bodily qualities all pointed to him being English himself. Maybe it was the clothes.

"Alright, I think I'm done for the day," Clive stated as he rose from his seat, putting his gun away as he did so, looking up at the sky's blue surface, little clouds dotting it like spots on a ladybug.

'The day is young, and still fairly quaint' Clive thought, walking ever so briskly towards the center of town, still a few miles away but manageable.

"There are worlds out there were the skies are burning, where the sea is asleep and the rivers dream. Hills made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there's danger, somewhere there's injustice, and somewhere else the tea is getting cold"

"There are worlds out there were the skies are burning, where the sea is asleep and the rivers dream. Hills made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there's danger, somewhere there's injustice, and somewhere else the tea is getting cold"

The Nurse ran after the Doctor. " Doctor she pretty much explained it. The Master is going to destroy Big Ben and her friend Jenny is up there."