#stranded and found

It had been a while since his vortex manipulator finally utterly broke down. Since then, he’d found a job and got a flat, and generally forced himself through a human life. It was mind-numbingly boring and stupidly easy. And some days, he forgot who he was. Some days, he felt like a shell of his former self, wandering through a life he never wanted, but forced into. And all to stay alive and save up just enough to get the parts he needed to get the vortex manipulator to give him one last jump. Anywhere. Any time. Just to get him out of what his existence had become. 

A 9 to 5 job. A thankless one at that where half of the people liked him and the people he worked the closest with hated him because he could run loops around them and did more work than the rest of them put together. 

And so, he was heading back to his flat, to have dinner in the form of some tasteless and cheap ramen noodles. 

He ran through the corridors, using the Sonic Screwdriver to follow an intangible trail. He just couldn’t resist looking into something which screamed unusual to him. It was something he could blame on his genetic makeup, picking up on something completely unusual and then investigate and try to keep people safe. It was just something he did. 

He stopped at a corner, knowing that there might be a sentry out, waiting and watching. He looked around the corner, doing his best not to be seen.