It was time to recap the events leading up to then. Best start with the beginning of
the day, no? The Doctor didn't sleep much. He stood in the central console room
of The Tardis. His time machine, his trusty old ship that had stood by him through
every single face. He tapped his chin, his arms suddenly crossing as he leaned against
the handle rail on the edge of a large two step high grated platform. His console room
heavily resembled the previous coral preset. However his conosle was just a tiny bit
more neater then the preset. He also had a collection of books and snacks scattered through
out the console room. Along with the books, The Doctor had a few partially constructed
machine parts. He blinked at some. A vortex manipulator was plugged into the console,
wires seemingly coming out of every port in the soft leathery wrist device. He tapped his
foot as he had his arms crossed.

Time was a very cruel mistress. It had a sadistic streak when it came to the Doctor.
The timelord had almost next to no patience when it came to stuff like this. He took
a longer sigh. Time to recollect his thoughts. He began to preform temporal equations
to pass the time, closing his eyes to map everything out mentally, and preform it that way.

This incarnation was usually such a happy guy. Most of his former companions had dubbed
him as 'The happy hippie'.

But he wasn't very happy today.

He was all alone today. He strode over to the console and tapped at some switches and
buttons. The scan on the vortex manipulator had to be done. He had picked it up in quite
a particular situation. See, he was enjoying a peaceful day on the eye of orion, the most
relaxing place in all of the multiverse, the grass there was so green and comfortable, it
felt like a bed. Sometimes The Doctor could just end up sleeping and taking long naps there.
However on his latest endevour to the eye of Orion, he had stumbled across the vortex
manipulator.

Finally! The device had finished scanning! He unplugged it from it's craddle on the tardis
console.

"Lovely."

The british alien tapped at it as he scrambled his jacket's pockets, the jacket was hung neatly
on the Tardis coat rack. He pulled out his Sonic screwdriver, a long cylindrical steel device.
A singular button on a sliding mechanism, with a red light at the end, and a black endcap.
He reached in the pocket for his glasses. Honestly the glasses did nothing for him, he wasn't
blind, and didn't need reading glasses.

They just made him look smart. He loved it. His sad little ego needed a boost.

He veiwed the monitor as he plugged a wire from the console into the back of the sonic
screwdriver. He then began to point it at the manipulator, the red light flashing as the
screwdriver made a quiet buzzing sound. He rasied an eyebrow.

"Ah, so our mystery time traveller's been busy. They've scrambled the past location list, but
it's nothing I can't get past. I mean, have you even met me?"

The Doctor perked his head up. When he realized he wasn't talking to anyone, his smile of
self-approval had faded. He let out a sigh as he tapped at the switches on the console. He
rythmically hummed a quiet hum as he unplugged the screwdriver from the console and slid
it into his pants pocket.

"Really, there's only one way to unscramble this thing...I assume I could get it done, but
these coordiantes don't make any sense."

The Doctor quietly adjusted his glasses as he inspected mysterious vortex manipulator closer.
The Vortex manipulator was a smaller more compact time machine, strapped to the wrist.
It wasn't made by the timelords, but whoever made it did a terrible job. At least that's what the doctor thought.
He never liked vortex manipulators, so sloppy, so messy. In his eyes, all a time traveller
needed was a good old Tardis. He patted his console lovingly.

"Right then old girl, we might as well start following the coordinate list. I'm assuming
you can get us there..."

The tardis hum remained the same, the doctor frowning slightly. He grabbed his denim jacket and gloves, putting each on quickly. He tightened his gloves around his hand, closing his
fingers around his palm as he stretched his hand.

He got a little excited! Maybe too excited for his own good. He hadn't had a good adventure
in awhile! Travelling by himself was always so boring. He grinned wildly as he rushed madly
around the console, tapping and pushing buttons. The Tardis making various sounds in
response to it's controls being activated. The Doctor finally ended his little show by
flicking the departure lever.

The Tardis's cylindrical rotor began to move up and down, as the ship adjusted it's positon
in the Time vortex to the difficultly deciphered coordinates. The Doctor pulled various swithes and levers.

"Upwards and onwards old girl!"