Aviana sat on her bed and cried.
She couldn't help the sobs that shook her frame. She'd been keeping so much inside for far too long, she just had to get it out. Trusting the TARDIS to keep her isolated, she didn't bother keeping quiet.
Everything was going wrong. All of the sudden everything was in question, even her relationship with The Doctor! He didn't even trust her... It hurt to see someone she loved so much suddenly withdrawal any trust or credibility he had in her.
She opened a blue notebook and began scanning the pages. Water blurred her vision but she didn't need to read. She had memorized the whole thing for months now, but she continued to look it over, just in case there was something she missed.
She had tried to do as she was told. She had tried to follow the rules. But they only seemed to complicate the situation rather than help. She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep this up...
It didn't take long for the Doctor to start feeling guilty. But when he climbed out of the sling below the console and went in search of his companion, he discovered her room was nowhere to be found.
He paused for a moment when he passed by the spot that the door should have been at.
"Really?" He asked the TARDIS. The old girl seemed to hum an irked reply. "But I'm trying to talk to her." He placed his hands on his hips. "How are we supposed to talk if you won't let us?"
This hum was a bit longer.
"What do you mean she doesn't want to be found? Of course she does!"
Another hum.
"I know I hurt her. But I'm trying to apologize, if SOMEONE wasn't making things difficult... Oi!" He slapped the wall nearest him. "Behave! You may be old but you can still use your manners..."
A more indignant, angry hum came this time. He sighed.
"Come on, old girl. Please?"
She waited a long moment. So long that the Doctor considered going back to the console room until the TARDIS had changed her attitude. But the door appeared, exactly where it should have been.
"Thank you."
He took another calming breath before softly knocking. When there was no answer, he slowly opened the door. He found her sound asleep on her bed. Tears still stained her cheeks; it looked like she'd had quite the proper cry. His shoulders slumped.
He'd caused this.
All from something that probably wasn't as big a deal as he had made it out to be.
He turned to walk back out the door but stopped in his tracks, quickly swiveling back around to confirm what he thought he saw.
It was lying next to her on the bed, closed, but tempting him nonetheless.
And in that moment, all of his suspicions were confirmed. He finally knew exactly who this amazing, mysterious young lady was.