The Doctor had slept the most he's had in a long, long time. The last two days have been something of a blur to him after being bit by Martha. If it weren't for the photograph he currently was staring at of himself after the ordeal, he'd consider it to have been a dream or a hallucination. Maybe he'd even consider being drugged after attempting to climb up onto the floating island with Kitty Pryde.
He sighs, sitting in the back of the Cat's Eye Café sipping at a cup of tea. It was his fourth cup, as they conceded and just gave him a teapot to continue helping himself as he flipped through a small notebook he starting carrying around with him. He's already filled quite a few pages with notes and sketches, dividing it in by locations and what he's found out for each one.
So far, he hadn't come up with any ideas or answers about this place, only knowing plenty of information was being kept from him. Normally, he'd spend most of his time searching up and down, looking for doors he shouldn't be looking for, but without his sonic screwdriver and being asleep for most of the last 2 days his progress hasn't been of any significance.
The Doctor was growing bored, which was never a good thing, sticking the photo as a bookmark and closing the notebook. He sits there with his chin placed in the palm of his hand as he looked out at the crowd while his fingers of his free hand lightly traced where he had been bitten 2 days ago. Eventually he needed to talk to Martha.