This room was very similar to the console room, although in place of the console stood a small round table and a few stools, all bolted to the floor. Around the walls there was very few cupboards and a small fridge which for all Rory knew could have been bigger on the inside. A device similar to a microwave oven sat next to a fruit bowl that seemed to consist mainly of bananas, on a long curved bench which was lined with all sorts of kitchen paraphernalia, which Rory wasn't sure, exactly what sort of function they existed for and honestly he couldn't care less.
The Doctor turned his back to them and began to move round the strange kitchen, organising and putting together their supper.
Rory regarded his wife, her face pulled into a sort of frown. Rory knew what she was thinking. The Doctor seemed to be acting normal, but how long before he blew this cover and became lethargic again?
"Doctor?" said Rory "We were wondering.. are you okay?"
"I'm always okay" replied The Doctor, but then he sneezed and yelled out as he dropped a mug on his foot. "Why do you ask?" He took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and blew his nose, then produced a brush and shovel from one of the cupboards and swept the broken ceramic shards into a bin.
Amy interjected, "You just seem to be a bit off lately is all."
"Erm. Doctor, since when do you sneeze?" Rory pondered.
"Oh, it was just a bit of dust from the cupboard. Hardly use this kitchen, you see. Need to a bit of cleaning in here." Explained The Doctor.
"You aren't becoming ill or anything are you? Do Time Lords even get sick?" questioned Rory, his tone serious. "Because you'd tell us if you were."
The Doctor took in both his companions in his gaze and one corner of his mouth pulled up into a smile. "Don't worry. A-Okay, that's me. Time Lords don't get sick." And everyone was silent, while The Doctor proceeded to prepare their cocoa.
It wasn't long before The Doctor joined the couple at the small round table, clumsily carrying all three blue and white striped mugs with his two hands and placed them down, managing to only spill a few drops. The cocoa was topped with whipped cream, chocolate sprinkles and marshmallows. Amy chuckled a little "And this is supposed to help us get to sleep?"
The Doctor had a cheeky grin on his face "Oh well, who needs sleep anyway?" Then The Doctor's face changed. His small eyebrows pulled together and his mouth made a wobbly shape. "Actually I might go drink mine in the console room. I have to make some adjustments to the breaks, or we might end up drifting into the time vortex during supper." And with that, he took his cocoa and walked from the room.
"That didn't last long." commented Amy.
"What is it exactly with how he keeps avoiding spending time with us?" quizzed Rory.
"I swear he spends more time with the TARDIS than he does with actual people", added Amy. Rory just shrugged. Amy heaved a sigh and the two of them sipped their cocoa in silence for a bit, until Rory suggested they just go and confront The Doctor properly.
Carrying their cocoa with them, Amy and Rory got back to the console room to the common sight of The Doctor's bottom half resting on his mechanic's creeper, which protrudes from the underside of the console.
After making himself comfortable on the yellow seat, next to Amy, Rory took another sip from his now half empty mug, cleared his throat and called in the most confrontation voice he could muster, "Doctor."
There was no answer.
"Doctor." repeated Rory, a little louder this time.
Still, there was no answer.
Rory and Amy just looked at each other with confused eyes.
"Err, Doctor?" spoke Rory, one more time.
This time there's a low sounding groan. Amy and Rory quickly get up. They realise The Doctor's untouched cocoa had been knocked over, melted marshmallows covering the floor next to him. They pull the Creeper out from underneath.