Chapter 5
As soon as the Doctor went under the dreams returned. Though rather than replay the same memories from before, he saw different ones.
It was the first time he saw the TARDIS. The moment he saw her, he knew he had to have her. When no one was paying attention to her he ran in. He was amazed at what he saw. "You're bigger on the inside than on the outside!" he said to her. A type 40 that already outnumbered him in age as it was. As he strolled toward the console he took a look around at her. As he got ready to go he said to her "you're the most beautiful thing I've ever met" And that's when they were off for the very first time to a life full of adventure.
The current Doctor and not the one preserved in memory, then wondered, what is the point in all of this? The first set of memories he saw were quite horrible to say the least. Most of which have been blocked out for the longest of time. He knew it couldn't be the TARDIS. Yes they've had their moments, but surely she would never do something to him like this, especially with him in the condition that he was in.
But he had to wonder. Who had the capabilities to cause something like this to happen to him? Who had the ability to break the lock in his mind and make those memories emerge that he fought so hard to forget? He was told before that he had a strong mind and he knew that a traumatic experience could prompt a emergence of these memories, but he didn't think that the situation he was in prompted those memories to return, despite how he was treated.
It was not what but who did it. There were not many with the ability to do such a thing, in his mind at least. But he now knew that someone deliberately used telepathy to make his barriers fall apart. How could he not tell that this was happening? Was he that weak?
He'd been through so much, yet he couldn't tell when someone was trespassing in his own mind? What sort of skill allowed something like this? He knew there couldn't be many who could, especially due to the fact that he's never seen anything like this in his over 900 years of life.
He knew the time was coming soon. He felt it already. They were waiting for him to wake up from surgery. Eventually darkness surrounded him and he couldn't even see his hand in front of his face. And then it all became bright once again. The kind of light that washes everything out. It hurt to open his eyes for a few seconds, but when he did he looked around at his surroundings.
He saw the soldier, Dorian sitting in the chair on the far side of the room napping. Poor guy must be exhausted; the Doctor was not an easy customer, even when confined to a hospital bed. He also noticed that his arm was now encased in a cast. It wasn't one of the plaster based ones seen on earth, but a bit more advanced. It also was in blue, a blue similar to the shade of the TARDIS. And that's when the Doctor suddenly panicked.
"Dorian!" the Doctor screamed "Dorian wake up! It's important!"
The soldier shuffled and went crazy for a moment but realized it was just the Doctor and just responded with a tired "what?"
"Where is my TARDIS?" the Doctor demanded