The Eleventh Doctor

[Normal people might be staying inside in this weather. In fact, it would be wise of them to do so.]

[The Doctor, however, is neither normal nor 'people', strictly speaking. So one might find him just outside Violet today, catching every single Pidgey he happens to see. And doing so with a huge grin on his face.]

[His Abra, looking about as annoyed as an Abra possibly can, pokes his head into the frame as if to ask what in Arceus's name is going on.]

Told you so.

[The video comes from a rather low perspective--propped up against a pixelated tree.]

See that? [The Doctor points behind him, at a skeletal Kabutops stalking about.] That, odds are, is what's causing this mess. Not so scary, really. Though I don't know what's keeping it walking. Can't be Vashta Nerada, it's broad daylight.

Well. This is a thing that needs investigating. Can't very well investigate it when it's stalking about with those knives on its arms.

[With that, he lifts a rather large wrench onto his shoulder. Where'd he get a wrench? Better not to ask.]

Now I'm really not one for violence. But no sonic screwdriver, no TARDIS, and Adric's certainly being rubbish to help where he's all boxy. And this whatever-it-is isn't alive, it can't be. This is a thing that by all logic should not be walking around and yet there it is.

So if you'll excuse me.

[Wrench in hand, he followed the skeleton offscreen, chasing it down with a rather loud 'geronimo' folowed by the unmistakable sound of a wrench whacking the hell out of a skeleton.]