Event Starter - Open to Any in ZONE THREE (3)
He’d spent the last week since he’d finally regained all of himself inside the TARDIS. Partially to apologize for his conduct, and partially to try and sort out a number of problems that were coming at him. The Doctor had realized that, though he was stuck here, there was plenty that he could to do help the others who were also trapped here - after all, he wasn’t alone in this predicament. The mystery of lost memories, Wade’s condition - any number of things! River Song was here as well - something that should not have been possible, which made him wonder if this wasn’t another digital projection made by a computer where they were all plugged in somehow against their will. Regardless, he had been busy, and Time Lords needed almost no sleep at all - little cat naps at most. It was quite alarming when, at midnight last Friday, he had turned away from the console of the TARDIS, right in the middle of a conversation with her, and found himself standing in the middle of a street across the city from where his flat was. He’d spent the past 36 hours trying to sort it all out - and he had realized, after a scan of the environment with his sonic screwdriver, that... Well, the water was bad. Really bad. Normally, he was quite resistant to human viruses, but this one had been apparently engineered quite aptly. It hadn’t taken long for the first errant, unpleasant thoughts to trickle into his brains. His willpower was considerable, even more now that he had a grasp on himself! But even so - the idle thoughts of dispatching these irritating, whining, stupid humans were not normal, and not at all like him. Aziraphale had texted him and he had urged him to not come to this side of the city, or at least, not to drink the water. Amnesia wind was alarming enough, but...The Doctor took a breath and rubbed a hand over his face to clear his mind as he continued his investigation. “Oh, this is bad, this is very...not good, at all.”

















