I reached into my pocket in search of my sonic so that I could unlock the door.
Nothing.
Pocket after pocket was checked before I came to the realization that my sonic screwdriver was more that likely in Rose's room.
I cursed under my breath and began trying to figure out how to get to Rose.
I pressed my head into the door and began to think.
I imagined the latch.
Cold. Hard. Unforgiving.
I closed my eyes and opened my mind, focusing on warm, fluid, unvindictive thoughts.
Slowly I heard the lock beginning to move and within a few moments an almost silent click teemed from the door.
Sentience in sentience, I thought as I stroked the door frame, Thanks Dear.
The TARDIS hummed and bushed against my mind softly.
I remove my head from the door and rubbed the cold away, knowing that there was a slightly red indent on my forehead.
After three deep breaths I reached for the door handle. The metal was cool to the touch. I gently turned the handle and quietly sidestepped into the room.
I could practically taste the hormones in the air. A chemical cocktail so potent that I couldn't help but feel intoxicated by it. I was drunk off of Rose. My vision started to swim and I started to slowly shifted from foot to foot in order to stay on my feet.
Left, right. Left, right.
I staggered a few steps before pitching forward.
