It wasn't until one of the Mayor's breaks that the Doctor, who'd been hard at work shoveling away the snow, ventured up to him. He had a mug of hot tea in each of his hands, and offered one to the man with a smile. "Bit chilly out here," he commented, glancing about himself. "It's like living inside a snow globe. Does this happen often?" He could just go pushing in and demand the reason for the way the mayor was treating the citizens, but that would help no one.

Besides, there were at least two sides to every story. Maybe if he spoke civilly to Praetoris, he would learn something.