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Thank you to all peoples who reviewed! You are like rays of sunshine on my otherwise homework and coursework filled life! -clears throat- ok, heres the next chapter…

This chapter is dedicated to my little sister's sea monkeys that died recently. She's very upset and this is to make her feel better!

Chapter 4

Several things dragged the Doctor back to consciousness. One was the searing pain, both on his head, and across his chest. The other, was his world turning the right way up again.

He tried desperately to remember what had happened. He'd been trying to get back to Rose- that he knew, but… something had gone wrong. He remembered the lights going haywire, and the blaring of the alarms.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. But regretted it instantly, when the increase in pain nearly caused him to pass out again, right there and then. He felt confused and disoriented, and it didn't help that his thoughts wouldn't cooperate with him. He was trying to figure out what was going on, but his brain didn't seem to want to help.

He glanced around the TARDIS. There was stuff everywhere, and most of it seemed to be on the same side of the room. The TARDIS must have landed on its side, the Doctor thought hazily.

Usually if that happened, the ship would stop things from falling around, but he guessed that she'd been a bit preoccupied with trying to land safely this time. So that was the other thing that had woken him up! Someone or something had put the TARDIS the right way up again!

He ought to go outside and see where he was, the Doctor thought fuzzily. He got to his feet, and nearly fell over again. His vision swam in front of him. He put a hand gingerly to his forehead and winced at the pain. Bringing his hand away again, he looked and saw his fingers were covered in blood.

Now that he knew the blood was there, the Doctor realised that he could feel it running down his face. That was going to stain his coat, he thought distractedly.

Remembering he was trying to go outside, he stumbled over to the door. His vision was still not working properly; everything was blurry and seemed to move around, and try as he might, he could not get anything to come into focus. He must have a concussion he concluded; well, it was either that or brain damage, and he didn't like the sound of the latter.

The Doctor opened the TARDIS door, and stood behind the closed one next to it while he tried to gather some strength. Then he walked out the door. Instantly, he was aware of the pandemonium around him. Lights were flashing – from cameras? People were shouting and yelling, but he couldn't distinguish the sounds from each other, they all just blended together to make one big headache. He could roughly see the vague outlines of large numbers of people, but he still couldn't focus his eyes on any of them.

His legs were feeling more and more like jelly, and his vision was starting to go dark. He was about to pass out again, he realised. Nevertheless, it was important that he tell these people what he wanted. Forcing his voice to work, though it sounded croaky as he hadn't used it for so long, he said "I— I'm –I'm looking for Rose." Then, darkness claimed him as he lost consciousness again.

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Sorry, only a mini filler chapter this time! I did do my best to write the Doctor's POV, but I'm afraid I don't remember what it's like to have a concussion (last time I had one I was about 6 or 7!). So if I got it wrong and anyone does know what a concussion's like, or just wants to give me a little more insight, please tell me!

I did this while I was trying to sort out chapter 5 - which is nearly there now, so it shouldn't be too long! Prod me if I do take too long!