The Doctor pointed his screwdriver at the TARDIS consul, making its little sonic noise. Oh how he loved that noise. That noise meant problem solving at its finest! Oh, what could it not solve?
Wooood, nags the voice in the back of his head. It cannot solve wooood problems.
Oh shut up! He thinks to his voice. What do you know? You're just a voice. He returns to his little inspection of his, also beloved, TARDIS, until he finds the problem. Plugging the lose wire back into its socket, he begins to coddle his screwdriver.
"Oh Sonic, how I love you!"