It's a universal shift, not a temporal one. Everybody's shifted sideways instead of forwards and backwards.
[ Now that they're at the top of the stairs, the Doctor pulls on the trapdoor to the attic. There's a sign taped to the bottom of the trapdoor that reads "GO AWAY HUMANS (AND HAZEL)" The ladder falls to the ground and, slightly awkwardly, the Doctor scampers up it.
The attic is small, but with enough room to stand up in. The walls are covered in chalk star charts—multiple tiny chalkboards litter the room, some propped up against the wall, some hung up on the wall. Said chalkboards are half star charts, half equations. There's a fast food cup stuffed with chalk and a fold-up beach chair propped up in the corner. A few milk crates are zip-tied together to make a bookshelf, in which more astronomy books are stored as well as a few children's textbooks and children's books themselves. It's a bit too organized for this Doctor, but it's unmistakably the Doctor's.
Something that's definitely the Eleventh Doctor's, however, is the mobile-ish thing sitting in the middle of the attic, some sort of contraption made from various household devices. There's what used to be an old-fashioned desktop computer sitting next to it as well as the innards of about five different electronics the Doctor scavenged. ]
It's a good thing that nobody else is storing things up here—it seems other me's made his claim!
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[ Now that they're at the top of the stairs, the Doctor pulls on the trapdoor to the attic. There's a sign taped to the bottom of the trapdoor that reads "GO AWAY HUMANS (AND HAZEL)" The ladder falls to the ground and, slightly awkwardly, the Doctor scampers up it.
The attic is small, but with enough room to stand up in. The walls are covered in chalk star charts—multiple tiny chalkboards litter the room, some propped up against the wall, some hung up on the wall. Said chalkboards are half star charts, half equations. There's a fast food cup stuffed with chalk and a fold-up beach chair propped up in the corner. A few milk crates are zip-tied together to make a bookshelf, in which more astronomy books are stored as well as a few children's textbooks and children's books themselves. It's a bit too organized for this Doctor, but it's unmistakably the Doctor's.
Something that's definitely the Eleventh Doctor's, however, is the mobile-ish thing sitting in the middle of the attic, some sort of contraption made from various household devices. There's what used to be an old-fashioned desktop computer sitting next to it as well as the innards of about five different electronics the Doctor scavenged. ]
It's a good thing that nobody else is storing things up here—it seems other me's made his claim!