Chapter 2
The Doctor looked quite silly as he frantically crawled around on the floor of the TARDIS. Certainly he had heard a young man cry for help, but where did the sound come from? The lord of time was completely mystified, which doesn't often happen.
"Not in here" he mumbled, looking amongst the cables below the control panel.
"Nope; not here either" he stated as he backed away from the entry way.
He started to wonder if he was truly losing his mind. He was only a few short weeks removed from bidding his friends farewell. The TARDIS had never really been a place which resonated with the warmth and laughter of a crowd. However, the moments following the latest and hopefully last meeting with Davros and his evil creations were surely among the best of his lives. Unfortunately, the Doctor now not only seemed to be talking to himself, but he was answering as well.
Bored of searching, he decided it would be best to take a seat, just in case he was to totally flip and lose consciousness. At that precise moment, the answer, or a least a possible answer dawned on him.
Darting to the control panel, the time lord began a series of diagnostic scans. "If there was some sort of contact made with me, it would've registered with the TARDIS as an electrical impulse of some sort, no matter how small…aaannnnndd…AHA!"
The doctor began stumbling around the ship, much like someone desperately trying to find their car keys in the dark. To make matters worse, he was leading the path with a device that looked very similar to an electrician's voltmeter, if the had randomly stapled a meat thermometer to it. Finally deciding on one spot, he began spinning in circles, finally falling to his knees. With a rather quizzical look on his face, he touched the device to his very own forehead, after which it made a sound similar to a joy buzzer.
"Well that's not very encouraging – it seems the problem is literally all in my head." The Doctor dejectedly stated.
Climbing to his feet and laying the device on the control panel, he was intent on walking away, not to give the experience another thought. The TARDIS, however, thought otherwise. With a rather loud "ding," the findings were complete. Reluctantly, he looked at the results, slapping himself on the back of the head.
"Oh, of course! The findings show a latent bit of psychic residue in one of my lovely lobes…hmm, lovely lobes, lovely lobes, lovely lobes, so nice, I said thrice. The worst bit about this is, if there is a child somewhere that is in such dire circumstances that his cry for my help was that powerful, then I've already wasted too much time!"
Rushing to the TARDIS controls, he began to triangulate the origin source of said psychic energy, with intentions of piloting there with great speed. As the ship began to speed towards the destination, the location caught the time lord a little off guard.
"Hmm. Well, that's…interesting" he blandly stated. "It seems that maybe I've been down this road before. Maybe that can translate to a swift resolution of matters."
The Doctor had a bit of overconfidence in is voice, as he relaxed his posture. Leaning leisurely on the control panel, he watched the view screen bring his destination into focus. As the ship materialized, he stepped out into familiar territory – the Doctor has returned to "the Library."