Summary: The Doctor carries everything he might need with him, he just canât always find it.
“I know it’s here somewhere,” the Doctor muttered, pulling one thing after another from his pockets. Some Rose could identify, a handkerchief, a packet of mints, a banana, and a shoelace among them, but others were beyond her comprehension, weird alien devices, and something like a shrunken head.
It was still hard to accept the Doctor could carry so much junk around with him, even though his pockets were bigger on the inside. She’d have thought he’d be weighed down.
“There you are!” The Doctor grabbed something.
“What is it?”
“My compass. We’ll find the TARDIS in no time now!”