“You okay in there?” concern for his well being this is a trip he thinks to himself. Keeping me hostage feeding him and taking care of his wounds but not revealing themselves. Hunter just shakes his head and replies.
The Doctor was circling his fallen tardis sitting on it's side with the sonic screwdriver out mumbling "...should be fine... just needs some time...a day maybe? Yeah, a day...maybe less, theres so much time energy everywhere!" He turned towards her. "Sorry dear, it looks like we're stuck here for a bit."
After the adrenaline disappeared, he started to question himself and his stupidity - just why did he have to hide? This was his turf, ever since he decided that he, from now on, would live there. It wasn 't as if something dangerous was chasing him - it was... The man peeked over to see what had been blocked from his view before, and he saw a scene that was all-too-familiar with him before his eyes; a dealing between a drug dealer and an addict (a quite chubby one at that).
Pushing his lip out into a stubborn pout, Booker narrowed his eyes as he studied Tom’s quivering body. “Not until I know you’re all right.”
"He's harmless without his magic. If we thought you'd get hurt, we wouldn't let you do this for us." Stefan walked over to you and took you into his warm embrace.