Chapter 5

The Doctor's clothes felt long and battered which were appropriately symbolic of his seemingly scrambled state. Despite taking time to collect his thoughts on the train ride, the best he could say for himself that he felt less dizzy and disoriented. His surroundings made more sense because visual recognition of landmarks were becoming more apparent. The environment was developing context, but he was still the accidental tourist lost amongst it all.

He stood outside of the morgue which had previously served as a medical college. It was an old heritage building which contributed which characterised much of its suitably gloomy appearance. Feeling that his agility and strength had improved, the Doctor approached the stone wall and began climbing after finding his footing. It was awkward at first in combat boots given their bulk and overall shape, but he managed well enough. Though it wasn't enough to prevent the Doctor landing on his side with a groan. Ducking beneath the shadow of a nearby tree, he took a deep breath and stepped out of the light that was coming from the building. He couldn't hear any dogs or see any guards but he crept around with the expectation that a facility such as the one he was trying to infiltrate to be guarded.

Once at what appeared to be a side door, he tried his hand at forcing the handle but with no success- locked. The Doctor narrowed his eyes as he heard the stubbornness of the lock as he tried again to open it. "Sounds like it's caught between a rock and a hard…" but his thoughts were interrupted to which he narrowed his eyes again, "…sound…" he continued and reached into his internal pocket. Drawing his sonic screwdriver, he held it before him, activating it, slightly taken aback by the buzzing, he held it to the lock and heard the locks release, with a grin he switched the sonic screwdriver off and tucked it back into the inner pocket of his battered leather jacket.

He stepped in and winced after hearing the slam of the heavy door behind him. Surreptitiously but promptly he tip-toed down the abundantly lit white concrete corridor. He followed it around until he got into a darkened area that had wooden floorboards, doors leading to other corridors and a staircase. He saw a desk in the middle of the large room which looked onto a set of double doors – the entrance he assumed. Though his observations were troubled when he saw what appeared to be a small, faint red dot in the corner of the room. "Niiiice…" he muttered, doing his best to avoid its range. He ascended up the stairs which were situated behind and above the camera, though it was no guarantee that he hadn't already been seen, especially after his crash entrance at the side door which superseded his thud and tumble from the heights of the stone wall.

As he ventured further down the corridor, he entered the main morgue where the refrigerated storage area kept the bodies. He walked up to one of the storage bays, pulling out the shelf – no body. He then opened another – nothing. He continued along the storage units, still nothing.

He stroked his chin, "now this is biz-" He was cut off by a loud slamming noise. He looked toward the noise, a metallic door leading into another refrigerated area. A dint was being punched into it from the other side. It was getting large, the noise getting more ferocious. Suddenly, the door was pushed violently off its hinges, a middle aged man in a hospital gown stepping out. His skin was pearly white, cold and inhuman looking, but he was human, at least in a previous life. As the person advance, he shoved a medical table out of the way with the strength of two hands. The Doctor saw a syringe gun on the table, he scooped it up and held it behind his back.

The Doctor took a step back in alarm, biting his bottom lip. He was beginning to have his back against the wall, there was no other way out, the Doctor swallowed nervously. With his spare hand took out his sonic screwdriver, aiming it at some pipes fixed to the ceiling above them, "I'm sorry…I'm sorry" he reassured with the activation of his sonic screwdriver. The sprinkler system was set off, an alarm being triggered and water going into the eyes of the walking body.

While the body was distracted, the Doctor stabbed the syringe gun into the body's arm, taking a sample of blood. He then tucked the syringe away and immediately bolted, hearing the body starting to chase him.

Martha walked around the side of the facility, having no luck finding the patient. Though some of her time was divided by incessant SMS messages on her iPhone to find a way out of her shift and come home. Ironically she was halfway there but she considered herself as taking a detour. She tucked the phone away, growing tired of her boyfriend's pleas for sex.

They had been close for a little while but a part of her felt as though as a couple they were going through the motions. While only together two years, Valentines and Christmas periods passed already felt familiar, the surprises were running thin. The relationship wasn't on the downward spiral, though Martha had found other things to keep her mind busy, like work.

But her thoughts were interrupted when she heard an alarm sound along with searchlights ringing. She stepped against the wall, gritting her teeth and heard something above her making a ruffling noise. Suddenly, it leapt over her and landed in front of her on all fours, it turned around and snarled at her to which she jumped and screamed. It was a man, he put his hand on her mouth, her eyes widened – it was the mad patient she was looking for.

"It-yo-u-mhmm-sas-work-diffcult" her voice mostly suppressed by his head, his eyes widened in confusion and then he realised by removing his hand. He briefly wiped it on her top to rid of her saliva.

"Do you mind?" she said looking to her top and back to him. "You're meant to be in bed!"

"Nah, I'm getting just enough thanks!" He dismissed.

"I beg your pardon?" she asked in disgust.

The Doctor reassured with hands before him, "I meant sleep, sleep. I've had enough rest. I'm onto- " suddenly he heard a large gate opening further down the wall, he snatched her hand and looked to her, "I wouldn't advise hanging around here – ALONZI!"

"Hang on just a second!" she protested, trying to twist her hand out of his.

"Alonzi…I like that" he reflected as they started running, looking toward the gate and seeing a large, heavy vehicle with bright lights beam from it.

"You let me go this once otherwise I'll have you behind bars! Besides, what is your bloody name?"

The Doctor pulled her along, seeing the vehicle driving fast toward them, he pulled her along, getting back onto the footpath onto the snow to the top of a slope, looking to her to answer the question but losing his footing, pulling her down with him.

They both rolled down the slope on top of one another, holding each other, Martha letting out a scream. Once they hit the bottom of the slope, Martha was on top, straddling him, looking down, sitting up, she looked to him darkly. "I might have just lost my job because of you! You signed yourself out without my consent, gained access to staff areas and have caused me to leave work just to make sure you're ok. You are coming with me and that is final – ANY QUESTIONS?"

For the first time, she saw the Doctor humbled, "no, nurse."