Twist and turn. Up and down. Round and round go some of the many controls on the TARDIS console. At the helm, the Doctor watches them all with uncontrollable glee. He never took the time to WATCH the TARDIS console. Spinning around and flicking switches, the Tweed clad man plotted his next destination, to himself, out loud.
"What do you think, Sexy?" He calls. "Where shall we go today? Or yesterday?" He chuckles out loud. "Oh come on you love my jokes."
With another grand twirl, he plods down the stairs to the underside of the platform to fetch his map.
He continues talking to himself as he opens the storage hatch and pulls out a large piece of paper.
"Grand ole' things, maps. Have you ever thought about it? A simple sheet of paper that can lead you anywhere" Stretching the grand parchment out, he scans locations, smiling to himself.
"A TIME map. I take credit for this y'know?" The TARDIS makes a sound as if it's laughing.
"What's so funny!? I was in the building when they invented these! That must count for something.. And where was all this laughter during my joke, eh?" His eyes drift over the markings of different places in space and time. Some had ticks. Ticks were good. He'd been there. He'd had fun. He would pop back to ticked places now and again. Then there were crosses. They speak for themselves.
The Doctor spies an area yet to be marked. "There!" He exclaims with excitement. Folding up the map, he pops it back into storage and bounds up the stairs. Marking the location, he starts the vortex process, one again talking aloud.
"There aren't a lot of places I-" A piercing sound cuts him off. "-WE! I meant we.. sorry. Not a lot of places WE haven't been!" The Doctor leans against the railing, crossed arms and looking happily at the console.
Tumbling through the vortex, the TARDIS suddenly begins to violently shake and stutter. Lurching forward, the Doctor grabs on.
"What now!?" Squinting, he pulls the monitor closer as sparks fly from the console. "What's wrong!?" After the Doctor checks the readings, he realises the TARDIS is attempting to stop a paradox. And it's a big one. But one he'd never seen before. "It's like..." He racks his brain, hitting his forehead. "It's like two magnets trying to touch on the same end! They'll always push away from each other.. But what would repel the TAR-" It hits him in a sickening realisation as the TARDIS comes to a sudden halt, all power drained.
Cautiously, he makes his way to the door. Reaching out his hand, he slowly opens it. A gust of wind blows the hair out of his face as he steps outside to the sight of the man he always knew he'd meet again one day. The man his TARDIS had been trying to avoid.
Letting a deep sigh escape from his lungs, he lets his hands slip into his pockets.
"Well. Hello."