A/N:

Hooray for short chapters!

Hooray for short chapters?

You tell me.


The Doctor had downloaded the coordinates of his desired site of teleportation to the manipulator after landing in the Library for the second time that day. This time, though, he parked her in the control room, hoping to avoid rousing suspicion again from the Library tenants. He straightens his bowtie a final time, the action awkward with the vortex manipulator strapped in place on his left wrist. He sighs, breathing deeply.

He presses the tiny blue button, disappearing from time and space.