Professor Rundan Cylipso walked quickly. His hood was pulled over his head. He avoided looking at the humans around him. They had searching eyes; Eyes that seemed to see right through him. He didn't like the eyes.

Someone bumped into him, pushing him against the nearest wall.

"Oh, sorry mate! I wasn't watching where I was going... You alright, mister?"

Rundan looked up, stareing into her eyes for a moment. He saw concern in her eyes, and... fear.

"You are afraid..." He whispered, his voice dry from lack of use. "You are afraid of me." He frowned, as her face darkened.

"I don't understand. Look, mister, if you're alright, I'd better be going..." She turned to leave.

"Wait!" Rundan found himself taking a step forward.

She turned back, her warm brown eyes looking into his.

"W-what is your name?"

She hesitated. "Martha. Martha Smith."

Rundan stared at her a moment. She was different from all the others. Her eyes burned with a life than few others had. The way she walked was more confident. She was almost... detatched from the rest of the world; Above the others in some undecernable way.

She stared at him, confusion on her face. "Well, goodbye now." She said, awkwardly and uncomfortably. She turned to leave.

"Rundan." Rundan found himself spitting the word out. He stumbled to complete the sentence. "My name... Its Rundan. Rundan Cylipso."

Martha turned back. He noted an unsettled air about her. Her eyes... they looked inquiringly into his.

"Cool... Well, see you around, Mr. Cylipso." She turned to go again.

Rundan stared after her a moment, then he made to follow, atleast a little further to see what she was up to. But as he moved forward to do so, a splitting pain sliced through his skull. He clutched at his head, and stumbled to his knees in agony. He screwed his eyes shut, and pressed his hands against his head as if to keep it from splitting.

"Sir, whats wrong?"

Martha's voice.

Rundan opened his eyes. Through his vision blurred with tears, he made out the vauge shape of a human standing in front of him. He couldn't make out her face, but it wouldn't have mattered much. He had never been good at facial recognition.

"Sir, I think you need a doctor." She said. "I'm a certified medical officer. Can you tell me whats wrong?"

Rundan couldn't focus. His mind felt almost like it was being invaded by some foreign power. Some being controlling him. He tried to focus on her words. A Doctor?

"Doctor..." He groaned, clutching his head again.

His mind filled with images of a man. Of several men. All the same somehow.

The Doctor...

The words were pushed into his head.

The Doctor. You must find him..."The Doctor!" He felt himself shriek, as the pain spiked. It lessened quickly.

You must find him.

"I must find him..." Vagely, Rundan could hear a frantic voice, muffled and distorted.

You must destroy him.

"I must..." Rundan's vision faded into grey. "I must find him..."

You must destroy him.

"Well, Jamie, she's all fixed up and ready to go."

"Good. I'm tired o' bein' trapped in the Tardis. There's nothin' to do." The Scot leaned on the console.

"I wouldn't say that, but I do think we have been stuck in here quite a long while, while I've been fixing the stabilizers. I'm sure you will agree when I say we could use some fresh air." The Doctor pushed himself up from the floor and slipped his frock coat back on. He began messing with the controls.

"Aye. It took ye long enough to fix that thing." Jamie folded his arms. "But how d'ye know we will'nae end up some place like last time, with the Cybermen? Ye are'nae exactly perfect at controlling this thing."

The Doctor frowned, pausing in his fiddling. "Are you implying that I can't pilot my own ship?"

"Aye! Ye never get where ye mean to go, and when we get where'ere we're goin', there's always trouble. Ye know ye can'nae control it." Jamie raised an eyebrow at the Time Lord across from him.

The Doctor looked indignant. "Can't control it!?" He retorted. "Can't control it?!Of all the nerve! Of course I can control it!" As if to illustrate his point, he twisted a dial on the console, energetically.

The Tardis lurched, suddenly, and all the lights flickered.

"See!" Jamie gripped the console so as not to fall over. "I said so..." He trailed off when he saw the Doctor clutching his head with one hand and leaning heavily on the console wih the other. His knuckles were white from gripping it.

"Doctor... are ye alright?" Jamie's voice filled with concern. He tentatively took a step forward.

The Doctor opened his eyes, looking dazed. "Chesterton, is that you?" He asked, his voice gruffer than normal. "Where are Barbara and Susan?"

"Doctor, I'm Jamie." Jamie tentatively placed a hand on his friends shoulder.

The Doctor shook his head. "Of course, Stephen, how silly of me! I see it now!" He suddenly turned to Jamie, an accusing finger pointed at the scot "You're the cause of this disaster! You sabotaged my ship!"

Jamie stepped back. "What? I did'nae touch a thing!"

The Doctor doubled forward, suddenly. He gasped a moment, clutching his head. "...Jamie..." he whimpered, gently.

Jamie stared at his friend in alarm and fear. "Doctor, what's happening?"

The Time Lord gasped again. "Some sort of psychic attack, Ben... its... overwhelming me."

Jamie hesitantly took a step forward, not knowing what to do.

The Doctor suddenly grasped at the controls, struggling to flip switches and press buttons.

The Tardis lurched, sending them both sprawling. As soon as it settled, Jamie was to his feet.

The Doctor lay on the floor where he had been thrown, unmoving.

"Doctor!" Jamie knelt by his side. The Time Lord was still breathing, but it sounded strained, as though he was in pain. His face was twisted in a pained expression.

There was a deep thumping sound of the Tardis landing. Jamie looked up. The Doctor needed help. There was nothing he could do right now on his own. He turned to the console, and was about to flip the switch that opened the door when he heard knocking.

A voice from outside drifted gently into the room. "...Doctor?"

The Doctor sat in the console room in the Tardis, staring at his own reflection on the time roater. The floppy haired, bowtie wearing young person stared back at him, glumly. He had bags under his eyes.

"You don't look too well, do you?" He muttered to himself.

The Tardis hummed gently, the cloisters sounding once on reply. The lights flickered slightly. It almost seemed to be a worried gesture.

The Doctor huffed. "You worry too much about me. I'm fine." He looked away from the console, knowing they both knew it was a lie.

He huffed. "If you're so worried, why don't we go somewhere interesting!"

He stood and began to pace as he spoke, flapping his hands about, exasperatedly. "Earth in the twenty second century, earth in the seventeenth century, Earth in the nineteenth century! Why earth?"

The Tardis pinged in response.

The Doctor paused, suddenly suspicious. He turned angrily to the console "If I didn't know better, I might think you were trying to set me up. You want me to pick another human up, don't you? Oh, no."

His voice lowered. "You know as well as me, I can't go through it again. I can't lose someone else."

The Tardis pinged in response again.

A beeping noise suddenly filled the console room.

"Oh, now what?"

Before the Doctor could check the sensor, the room shook, sending him tumbling to the ground.

Quickly, he was back to his feet, checking the monitor. The ship was spinning out of control, toward a planet. The Doctor grumbled when he realized what planet.

"Earth again!" He muttered.

Hope you enjoy this. I got a better idea of where the story was supposed to go, and the first two chapters didn't fit very well, so I decided to rewrite them. I hope you like them!