The Girl in the Fireplace Part 2

Eventually, he found Rose and Mickey looking through a window at three men who had just strode into a room, the King being one of them, the other two presumably his servants. "Oh, man look at this guy," Mickey said in disgust. "Who does he think he is?"

"King of France," the Doctor answered, walking up behind them.

""Oh, look, here comes trouble," Rose greeted fondly, making the Doctor feel a little guilty when she gave a tongue in the teeth smile. Why should he be guilty, anyway? It's not like they were... "What've you been up to?" she added.

Decided on the spot not to tell her anything, the Doctor replied, "Oh, this and that," he replied casually as he shifted uncomfortably. "Became the imaginary friend of future French aristocrat, picked a fight with a clockwork man," there was a neigh from begin, the horse, which the Doctor had named Arthur, stood behind them. "Oh, and I met a horse."

"What's a horse doing on a space ship?" Mickey asked.

"Mickey, what's pre-revolutionary France doing on a space ship?" the Doctor replied sarcastically. "Get a little perspective, please." the Doctor looked through the window at the King, who was now alone for the moment. "See these?" he gestured to the window. "They're all over the place. On every deck, gateways to history, and not just any history," he stopped at Reinette walked into the room, giving the King a curtsy. "Hers. Time windows, deliberately arranged to follow the life of one particular woman. A fifty first century space ship stalking a woman from the eighteenth. Why?"

"Who is she?" Rose asked as she began talking to the King.

"Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson," the Doctor replied in a French accent. "Known to her friends as Reinette, and one of the most accomplished women who ever lived."

"So she's got plans for being the Queen then?" Rose guessed.

"Nah, he's already got a Queen," the Doctor replied as Reinette circled the King playfully. "She's got plans for being his Mistress."

"Ah, I get it," Rose chuckled as Mickey glanced at her. "Camilla," she added, making Mickey laugh.

The Doctor watched as the King left the room. "I think this is the night they met; the night of the Yew Tree Ball. In no time flat, she'll get her herself established as his official Mistress, get her own rooms at the Palace, even get her own title; Madame de Pompadour." He stopped as Reinette walked to the window and checked herself over, showing the three on the other side she was looking into a mirror. "The Queen must have loved her..." Rose muttered sarcastically.

"Oh, she did," the Doctor replied to her. Rose gave him a confused look and he shrugged. "They get on very well."

"The King's wife and the King's girlfriend?" Mickey asked sceptically.

"It's France, Mickey," the Doctor replied. "Completely different planet." He looked around the room Reinette was in, quickly taking notice of the broken clock on the mantle. Reinette quickly turned around to face someone in the background, who was looking out the window. She said something, which was unrecognisable due to the glass. She said something again, the figure turning around to show one of the droids from her childhood bedroom. Taking the fire-extinguisher from Mickey's hands, he tugged on a lever near the wall, sending the three of them into the room. "Hello, Reinette, hasn't time flown?" he greeted as he passed the young woman.

"Fireplace man!" Reinette replied in surprise. Walking up to the droid, he sprayed the robot in foam, quickly disabling it for a few moments. He chucked the extinguisher back to Mickey as the droid made a rusty sound. "What's it doin'?" Mickey asked.

"Switching back on, melting the ice," the Doctor replied as the robot moved its head difficultly. "Then it kills everyone in the room." Showing the Doctor's point, the droid thrust its arm foreword, the Doctor backing off quickly. "Focuses the mind, doesn't it? Who are you? Identify yourself." The droid cocked its head, giving no reply. Sighing, her turned back to Reinette. "Order it to answer, will you?"
"Why should it listen to me?" Reinette answered, her voice wavering in panic.

"I don't know, it worked when you were a child," the Doctor shrugged, standing behind her. "Go on, let's see if you still got it," he encouraged when she gave him a terrified look. Nodding, Reinette demanded, "Answer his question. Answer any and all questions out to you." Slowly, the droid lowered its arm. "I am Repair Droid Seven," it replied.

"So what happened to the ship, then?" the Doctor asked. "There was a lot of damage up there."

"Ion storm. Eighty two percent systems failure."

"That ship hasn't moved in over a year," the Doctor protested. "What's taken you so long?"

"We did not have the parts," the droid replied robotically.

"What's happened to the crew, where are they?" the Doctor pressed.

Again, the droid repeated, "We did not have the parts."

Sighing in frustration, the Doctor shook his head. "There should have been fifty people on your ship, where did they go?"

"We did not have the parts."

"Fifty people don't just disappear," the Doctor reasoned. "Where'd-" he stopped, realisation sinking in. "Oh..." They didn't have the parts... but they had to use something... "You didn't have the parts, so you used the crew," he muttered, the droid not giving an answer.

Rose cleared her throat, stuttering, "We... found a camera... with an eye in it," she explained as the Doctor glances back at her. "And they was this heart, which was wired into machinery..."

The Doctor nodded as he stared at the window, through to the ship. "It's just doing what it was programed to do. Repairing the ship whatever way it can with whatever it can find. No one told them the crew weren't the menu. What did you say the flight deck smelled of?" he asked Mickey.

A few moment passed before Rose replied, "Someone cooking..."

"Flesh plus heat, barbeque," the Doctor nodded as Reinette took a few breathes. "But what re you doing here? You've opened up time windows, that take colossal energy. Why come here? You could have... gone to your repair yard, instead you come to eighteenth century France?"

"One more part is required," the droid replied, the rustiness not nearly as back as it was before. It cocked its head again, looking directly at Reinette. The Doctor looked confused at the young woman then back at the droid. "Then why haven't you taken it?"

"She is incomplete."

Not this again... the Doctor thought. "So that's the plan, then? Just keep on opening more and more Time Windows, scanning her brain, just to see if she's done yet?" the Doctor ended.

"Why her?" Rose asked. The Doctor glanced at her and she added, "Well, you've got all of history to choose from, why specifically her?"

"We are the same," the droid claimed.

"We are not the same," Reinette denied. "We are in no sense the same!" The droid repeated what it'd said, Reinette ordering, "Get out of here! Get out of here this instant!" Complying with her wishes, the droid pressed the transporter on its arm and disappeared in a blue haze. The Doctor acted quickly. "It's back on the ship, Rose, you take Mickey and Arthur and follow it, don't approach it, just watch what it does."

"Arthur?" Rose asked as she walked towards the window.

"Good name for a horse," the Doctor replied sheepishly. Rose sighed and marched Mickey foreword. "No, you're not keeping the horse!"

"I let you keep Mickey!" he battled. "Now, go, go, go!" Sighing, she and Mickey walked through the window, the Doctor closing it behind them as they greeted the animal. The Doctor walked back to Reinette, herself looking too shocked for words. "You're going to have to trust me," he started. "I need to find out what they're looking for, and there's only one way I came do that," he placed two fingers on her temples, the others keeping her head in place. "It wont hurt a bit." After a few moment, the Doctor heard her gasp as he searched. "Fireplace man... you are inside my mind..." she stated.

As the Doctor continued to look through the jumbled mess, he replied, "Oh dear, Reinette, you've had some cowboys in here..."

They stood there for a while, the Doctor spending some time getting things out of the way so he could slip through. "You are in my memories," Reinette squeaked. "You walk among them."

The Doctor nodded. "Now, if there's anything you don't want me to see, imagine a door, and close it. I wont look," he assured her. Feeling her smile beneath his fingers, he soon figured out why. "Actually, there's a door there... you might want to close..." he began blushing at the images, walking away from them, which proved impossible as she practically threw them at him as he gulped. When she stopped, she added, "To walk among the memories of another living soul... how can you resist?"

Ignoring her question, he asked, "What age are you? You're twenty three, and for some reason, that means you're not old enough." A moment later, he heard he inhale sharply, backing away slowly. "Sorry," he winced. "You might find old memories reawakening, side effect."

She gritted her teeth, replying, "Oh, such a lonely childhood..."

"It'll pass," he ushered. "Stay with me."

"Doctor... so lonely, so very, very alone..."

"What are you talking about?" the Doctor asked. "You've never been alone in your life-" Realising what she'd just said, he demanded, "When did you start calling me Doctor?"

She didn't reply to his question, but continued to mumbled. "Such a lonely little boy... lonely then... but less lonelier now... my lonely angel, who has an angel of his own..."

"How did you do that?" the Doctor demanded again, taking his hands away.

"A door, once opened, can be stepped through in either direction," she told him. "But there was still so much I couldn't glance at... but she could... your angel, your Guardian Angel. Your second angel knows all of you, and your secrets, and yet, you are afraid of them both. Why?"

"Both of them?" the Doctor questioned. "What are you talking about? What angels?" The more she talked, the more he was interested.

"Your angels, Doctor," Reinette replied. "I've seen them. One, as fragile as a rose, healing you slowly. The other, proud and mighty as a Wolf. The Wolf knows you, and protects you and your fragile angel," Reinette smiled at him.

The Doctor's head was whirling. He had no clue on Earth how she'd managed that. But without saying anything, he simply stared at her. She'd spoken of Rose. It was true, Rose had been healing him. Ever since he was in big ears and leather, whenever he was confronted with an enemy, one of the first things he'd thought of was how to destroy it, but since she came along, his thoughts had changed to 'how can I help this creature?', and it was thanks to her. She had made him a better man, and was continuing to do so. But what of this other angel? His and Rose's protector?

In his thoughts, Reinette smile and took his hand. "Dance with me," she said gently.

"I can't," the Doctor denied as he rushed away from his thoughts. "This is the night you dace with the King."

"Then first, I shall make him jealous," she smiled cheekily at him.

"I cant," he repeated, sighing as he attempted to take his hand away.

"Doctor," the said as she tightened her grip to prevent him from going. "Doctor Who? It's more than just a secret isn't it?"

"What did you see?"

"That there comes a time, Time Lord," she teased. "When every lonely little boy must learn how to dance." she walked out of the room, taking him with her.


An hour later, he was staggering into a room, Rose and Mickey shackled to metal beds as the droids stood over them. Singing as he entered, wearing sunglasses and his tie around his head, a glass in one hand as the other held the hand of his imaginary partner. "Have you met the French?" he asked Rose, who was staring up at him in shock. "My... God, they know how to party!"

"Oh, look what the cat dragged in," Rose spat. "The Oncoming Storm."

"Oh, you sound just like your mother," the Doctor teased.

"Where the hell have you been?" Rose demanded.
"Weeelll, among other things, I think I just invented the banana daiquiris a couple centuries early," the Doctor claimed, raising his glass. "Did you know they've never even seen a banana before?" he walked over to Rose's bed, and whispered loudly, "You must always bring a banana to a party, Rose. Banana's are good." He glanced to one of the droids, who was looking at him. "Oh, ho, brilliant! It's you!" he exclaimed drunkardly. "You are my favourite, you are the best! You know why? 'coz you're soooo... thick! You're Mister Thick, Thick, Thickity Thickface, from Thicktown in Thickania! And so's your dad!" He turned back to Rose and Mickey. "Do you know what they were scanning Reinette's brain for? H... Her milometer!" he began laughing. "They wonna know how old the is, you know why?" he gestured the room they were in. "'coz this ship is thirty seven years old, and they think when Reinette is thirty seven, when she's complete, then her brain will be compatible. 'coz that's what you're missing, isn't it?" he yelled as walked right in front of one of the droids and stared it mockingly in the face. "Your command circuit, your computer! You ship needs a brain, and for some reason, God knows what, only the brain of Madame de Pompadour will do!"

"The brain is compatible," said one of the droids, who had a razor sharp knife pressed to Rose's throat.

"Compatible?" the Doctor scoffed. He climbed over Mickey, reaching the droid who talked. "If you believe that," he added, now acting as if alcohol hadn't even passed his lips. "You may also believe this was only a glass of wine," he ended. Pulling the wig off, he poured the substance of the glace into the droids clockwork head, causing the cogs to stop. Grabbing the droids hand and taking it away from Rose, he bent the droid over to it was touching the ground. "Multigrain anti-oil," he explained as he took Rose's restraints off her, giving her a smile. "If it moves, it doesn't." The droids began moving towards them, the Doctor rushing to one of the Control Panels and pulling a lever, the droids bowing over like the first. "Time we got the rest of this ship turned off," he said as he pocketed his Sonic.

"Are those things safe?" Mickey asked as Rose released him.

"Yup," the Doctor assured, switching a few buttons. "Nice and safe, safe and thick, the way I like them." He looked down at the Control Panel and continued, "Okay, all the Time Windows are controlled form here, I need to shut them all down," he reached inside his pocket, feeling for something. "Zues plugs, where are my Zues plugs? I had them a minute ago, I was using them a castanets."

"How come they don't just open a Time Window up to when was thirty seven?" Rose asked.

"With the amount of damage done to these circuits, they'd have been lucky enough to hit the right century," the Doctor explained. "It's all Trial and Error after that." Clicking a few buttons after that, he frowned. "The Time Windows aren't closing. Why won't they close?"

There was a pinging sound, followed by a series of ticking noises. "What's that?" Rose questioned as they watched the droids, swearing one of them had twitched.

"I don't know," the Doctor admitted. "Incoming massage from the field?" The penny dropped, the Doctor working faster. "That's why the Time Windows aren't closing, one of them are still out there with Reinette." He leaned over to press another button, stopped by the sound of one of the droid standing up. Turning, he saw the first droid he made keel over look at him, then shot the Multigrain anti-oil over the Doctor's shoe. "Okay, I will admit, that was a bit clever." The droid rose its hand, pointing towards the lever, which attainted its previous position, letting the other droids free to move again as they stood. "Right," he started to Rose and Mickey. "Many things about this are not good." The pinging continued, the droids turning their heads towards it. "Message from one of your little friends?" he mocked. "Anything interesting?"

The droids interpreted the message, replying to the Doctor," She is complete, it begins." The droids vanished away, the Doctor rambling on. "One of them must have found the right Time Window, now it's time to send in the troops... and this time, they're bringing back her head. Rose," he pointed to a monitor, showing her a deck and an old tapestry. "This Time Window, here," he pointed to the tapestry. "That should lead you to when Reinette is thirty two. Tell her that the droids will be there sometime after her thirty seventh birthday, tell her to keep them talking. By now, they should be programmed to answer her, I have to stay here and find the Time Window, go on!" he encouraged, Rose taking one more look at the monitor and running off.

While Rose was away, he and Mickey were finding the Time Window, the Doctor telling him to go and get Rose when he found it. "They knew I was coming, they blocked it off," the Doctor said once the two had returned.

"I don't get it, how come they got in there?" Rose asked.

"They teleported- you saw them. As long as the ship and the ballroom are linked, their short-range teleports will do the trick," he explained, ninety miles per hour.

"Well, we'll go in the TARDIS, then," Rose reasoned.

"We cant use the TARDIS, we're part of events now," the Doctor replied. "We cant just smash through, Hyperplex this side, plate glass the other. We need a truck."

"But we don't have a truck," Mickey stated.

"I KNOW WE DONT HAVE A TRUCK!" the Doctor panicked.

"But we've gotta try something," Rose interjected.

"No, if we smash the glass we smash the Time Window," the Doctor explained, practically hearing the penny drop in Rose's mind as he looked at her gravely. "There'd be no way back," he ended, his voice calmer. From behind, Arthur came into view, trotting in. "Brilliant!" the Doctor exclaimed, running over to the horse and mounting it, grabbing hold of the reins and leading him over back near a corridor to get to running speed.

"Doctor," Rose called. "You said there'd be no other way to get back here."

The Doctor looked at her gravely, seeing the tears in her eyes, and looked down. "She's a big part of history, she cant die, and I wont let her." He looked back up at Rose a final time, opening his mouth, then closing it, looking back at the Time Window. Encouraging Arthur into a gallop, he sped towards the Time Window, Mickey rushing out of the way as the Doctor broke through.

Feeling the tang on regret as he broke through the Window, he was met with a new scene. The droids had people under threat as many of them cowered together at the sight of them and the new horse which was emerging through the mirror. Three of the droids had Reinette under their control, just about to slice her head off. The Doctor gave a smile as he trotted by, Reinette returning it happily. Arthur had pranced to a stop, the Doctor jumping down. "Madame de Pompadour," he greeted. "You look younger everyday."

"What the hell is going on here?" demanded the King.

Reinette looked between the two men, stuttering to the Doctor, "Urm... this is my lover, the King of France."

The Doctor smiled, walked over and shook the mans hand. "I'm the Lord of Time," he told the King. Changing his attention to the droids, he took one of their masks off. "And I'm here to fix the clock." The droid retaliating immediately as it shoved the razor near his face. "Forget it! It's over!" the Doctor commanded. "For you and for me," he added, looking up a the broken mirror. "Talk about seven years bad luck. Try three thousand..." The droid looked towards the mirror, tapping its transported fiercely, nothing happening. "The link with the ship is broken, no way back, and you don't have the parts. How many ticks left in that clockwork heart? A day? An hour? It's over, accept that." The droid continued to stare at him, the cogs in its plastic head still going. "I'm not winding you up," the Doctor ended. Seeing the Doctor was right, the droids found they had no place anymore, no job. They were programmed to gather parts for their ship, and now that was impossible, they couldn't do what they were programmed to do. The droid in front of the Doctor seemed to have sighed if it could of, the cogs in its head stopping, the droid doubling over of the ground, the others doing the same. "Are you alright?" the Doctor asked Reinette, holding out his hand to help her up, the others gasping the background as the droids fell to the floor.

"What's happened to them?" she replied.

"They've stopped," the Doctor shrugged, placing his hands in his pockets. "They have no purpose now." Looking around at the powerless droid, he turned on heel and walked away from the scene, Arthur following him as he took a glass of wine before he left.


The Doctor stood staring up at the billions of stars that were above him, the wine glass, still full, in his hand. He stared up at the black space, mentally kicking himself. It wasn't his fault, he had to leave. If Reinette had died, who knows what could have happened? History could have been rewritten, for all he knew, Rose might not have even been born.

Rose... the Doctor thought mournfully. Somewhere out there, she was stranded with Mickey on that God forsaken ship. Why'd he have to go there for Mickey's first trip? Any place would have been better, an erupting volcano, perhaps? The Doctor took a gulp of the wine, remembering Eliza's words. "You never know what you've got 'till you lose it, what are you waiting for, Gramps?" Until know, he'd told her everything he could to throw her off, to stop her from trying to make him admit those three little words out loud, but now he wished he had. Shaking his head, he admitted he wished he'd taken Eliza's advice. Rose was three thousand miles away, and it broke both his hearts that there was nothing he could have done about it.

He heard footsteps coming from behind, but didn't turn. He knew who it was. "You know all their names, don't you?" Reinette asked, looking out the window with him. "I saw that in your mind; the name of every star."

"Well, what's in a name?" the Doctor grumbled. "Names are just titles, titles don't tell you anything."

"Like 'the Doctor'?" Reinette teased, attempting a smile, but in vain. Instead, he just replied, "Like 'Madame de Pompadour'?" taking a swig of his wine, not taking his eyes off the stars.

"I have often wished to see those stars a little closer," she mused. "Just as you have, I think."

"From time to time," the Doctor nodded.

There was a brief silence, the Doctor waiting for her to talk, not wanting to be trapped in his own flooded thoughts. "In saving me, you trapped yourself here. Did you know that would happen?"

The Doctor sighed, realising he wasn't going to get his wish. "Pretty much," he replied, turning to her.

"Yet still you came," she observed, eying him.

"Yeah, I did," he agreed. "Catch me doing that again."

She smiled at him, adding, "There were many doors between my world and yours. Cant you use one of the others?"

"When the mirror broke, the shock would have severed all the links with the ship. There'll be more broken mirrors and torn tapestries around here, I'm afraid, wherever there was a Time Window," he nodded, then looked at her quickly. "I'll... pay for any damage," he assured. "Oh... that's a thought... I'm going to need money... I was always a bit vague without money..." he turned back to Reinette and asked, "Where'd you get money?"

She gave him a sad smile. "So here you are. My angel, stuck on the slow path with me."

"Yup, the slow path," the Doctor sighed inwardly, taking another drink of his wine as he looked back up at the stars, trying to figure ways to get back. Eliza could always find him, she'd said she was following him, she could help him out, surely.

"And yet, you do not seem so happy," Reinette noted. "You are still in need of your angels."

Nodding slowly, he replied, "I'm not going anywhere, so I'm going to have to live without them."

A few moments of silence passes, Reinette muttering uncertainly, "Oh, aren't you?" She set her wine glass on the table, took the Doctors hand and walked down the corridor. They entered a room, a large, king sized bed in the middle, not too far behind it, was the fireplace from her childhood room. He smiled at the sight, walking towards it. "The fireplace," he said softly.

"It is not a copy," she informed him. "I had it moved here, and it is exact in every detail."

"When did you do this?" he asked.

"Many years ago," she replied as she joined him near it. "In hopes, that one day a door that once opened, would open again. One never knows quite when one needs one's Doctor." she explained. Looking at the fireplace closely, she continued, "It appeared undamaged. Do you think it will still work?"

"You broke the bond with the ship when you moved it, which means it was offline when the mirror broke, that's what saved it, " he explained. Looking back to the fireplace, he could feel something coming from it, some sort of energy. Energy he recognised. This practically smelt of Eliza and had her finger prints all over it. "But... if I'm right..." he muttered, placing his hand on the fireplace, smiling as the tingle in the back of his mind. She was here, Eliza had been here! He never thought he'd be so happy to know that she was still following them around, well, him anyway. Thumping the mantle in giddiness, he place himself at the lever, and said excitedly, "Wish me luck!" He tugged on the lever, spinning just in time to hear Reinette reply, "No."

His smile fading slightly, he shook his head. Of course she'd want him to stay. But no matter how harsh it might have seemed, he wasn't going to stay for her. But, he could give her her dream, just one time. "Madame de Pompadour!" he called through the fireplace. He saw he bend down in front of the fire, and added, "Sill wonna see those stars?"

"More than anything," she told him hopefully.

"Give me two minutes," the Doctor replied happily. "Pack a bag, go to the window and pick a star, any star." He got up and ran from the room, just in time to hear Reinette ask to someone, "Who are you?"

Saving it for a minute or two, he ran back towards the room where he'd left Rose and Mickey, the two of them still in the Control room where he'd left. "Fireplaces! Don't you just love 'em?" he greeted as he walked down the stairs, Rose and Mickey turning swiftly, smiles breaking on their faces as they did. "One thing that I must install in the TARDIS library is a fireplace!" Running foreword to meet Rose, he gathered her up in his arms, kissing her hair as he spun them around. "How long did you wait for?" he whispered to her.

"Five and a half hours," she mumbled back, her face in his chest.

"Great!" the Doctor replied, separating from her. "Always wait five and a half hours." he shook Mickey's hand happily as Rose asked, "Where've you been?"

"I'll explain later," the Doctor hurried. "Into the TARDIS, be with you in a sec." His two companions walked into the blue, now happy ship as he ran back to the fireplace, the other side no longer bright and happy, but not longer there at all. "Reinette? You there, Reinette?" he called, not hearing the echo he expected. Blowing down the fire, he saw he was met with a brick wall. He tapped it with his hand to find it was solid. Getting up and tugging on the lever, he was confused to find it didn't work. Tugging it again, he got the same conclusion. "Why aren't you working?" he tapped the mantle, the energy Eliza had placed there no longer present. Realisation flooded his face. Eliza was in the room when he'd left, she was the one who took the link away, she was the one Reinette was talking to. Confused as to why she did this so soon, he made a note to asked her about the next time he saw her, which was probably very soon. Slightly disappointed, he walked back to the TARDIS, closing the door behind to see Rose and Mickey waiting for him.

Caught up in his won thoughts, he walked up to the TARDIS silently. "Our little friend came by to visit," he told Rose. "Eliza helped me get back, opened one Time Window up for a few minutes, then shut them all down. Saves me the trouble, I suppose." Registering Rose's confused look, he continued, "She's been following us around," he explained. "Reinette called her my Guardian Angel," he gave a smile as he pressed a series of buttons, sending them into the Time Vortex.

"I'm going to bed," Mickey announced, giving a yawn. "Twenty minutes on the Playstation, then I'm makin' with the large 'z'." He bided them good-night, leaving the Doctor and Rose in silence, not an uncomfortable one. The Doctor basked in this silence, Rose's presence, just her being there. He was grateful to Eliza, eternally. The silence was eventually broken, however. "Jus' wondering, but... you knew you were gonna go through the Window and not come back the same way..." Rose started nervously. "Did you know Eliza'd help ya? Honestly?"

The Doctor gave her a long look. He quickly realised he was in one of those situations where, say your wife was pregnant, you didn't want to hurt her feelings by saying 'yes, you look like a whale', but then you also don't want to lie to her. Slowly averting his gave, he shook his head, focusing on a lever that had become very interesting all of a sudden.

Rose nodded, muttering, "Okay..." she got up off the Jump Seat and walked out of the Console Room, leaving the Doctor behind. Sighing in his stupidity, he grabbed a hammer from below the Console, hitting the TARDIS with it with as much strength as he could muster, breaking one of the buttons, which thankfully, he didn't really need. He sat down on the Jump Seat, still warm from her sitting there. What happened to wishing he'd told her? What happened to wanting to tell her? Kicking the Console in frustration, the TARDIS hummed softly in his mind, calming him, soothing him, as if she was giving him a brain massage. Running his hand through his hair, he got up off the Jump Seat, and walked out towards the kitchen, a gut feeling telling him she'd be there.