A box.
After all these years...
After decades of travelling in a police box...
And now a simply box had to do.
But the Doctor wasn't picky. A plain wooden box would be more than sufficient.
He'd finally discovered what he'd been searching for restlessly for days.
A box.
Well, the Doctor didn't care what the others would call it. As long as it had six walls and wasn't see-through it was more than satisfactory.
And he actually fitted in quite well.
Time Lords aren't like humans.
They lack a certain something concerning their interpersonal behaviour and their ability to communicate with no need for language.
They feel each other's thoughts; they can sense them.
Beside the fact that they are, without a question, a superior race in all areas possible.
Time Lord's aren't like animals.
They are animals.
That's what makes them superior to humans.
Screw rationality and reason; real survivors have instincts.
That's what keeps them going.
And the Doctor would no longer fight against it.
He felt it. He knew it.
He was an animal.
And he had just found the right object that would at least resemble a whelping box.