Reality Crisis

The Doctor stepped out of his blue box with a quick step, and locked it behind him as he made his way back into the city; the trek was a long one, but The Doctor was more than fine with walking, or running, or what have you. His mind was racing with thoughts, ideas, concepts, and theories; all the while he was taking in the environment around him, trying to catch to see if anything was different, anything out of place from what he'd seen only days before. Days, he'd been here for some time now; he'd only met a few, and those he'd met were an introduction to this world. That had been his inspiration to fix his girl, and get the TARDIS back on line; as far as he could gather, the TARDIS would be essential to get this world and reality fixed once more.

That tan twee jacket swayed in the winds as he made his way into the city, the bow tie of his tightened, and the white button up shirt beneath glimmered in the little light that splayed across him. The steps he took were deliberate, and the path he had was focused. He needed to understand the city, the people, their history; he wanted to figure out what had happened and why. An epicenter could usually be the fix-all button, and if he could find that he'd save this world and all of reality from collapsing in on itself and crushing the universe as he, and everyone, knew it from complete existence. As he moved, loafers plodding along, The Doctor finally found what could only be described as an apartment complex.

He pushed his way through the door and pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver, flipping it in hand before he began to scan the walls and stairs and hallways. Reading the device, he scampered inside and spun about as he looked around, trying to get bearings and an idea of everything that was here. He wanted to meet these other 'chosen', try to get a sense of how they all ended up here. He felt the full truth wasn't being disclosed to him, and he needed to figure out the rest of that truth if he was going to solve this problem.

As he began to make his way inside, he continued to glance around gathering what information he could, noting the inhabitants who were actual city dwellers. Quick scans showed they were from this reality, and he knelt in front of one of them, watching him as the man just stared back at him. The Doctor had a way about him, an aura, that seemed to intimidate, cause fear; or, in some cases, cause awe. He didn't seem phased by the shouts of others, or the snarls of some. This man seemed haggard at best, and he seemed less inclined to attack him; the Doctor wondered secretly if attacks were common or not. The man could barely even speak and so the Doctor just set his hand on his shoulder, "What happened to your people? To your planet?" He was speaking a bit more under his breath, before speaking up.

"No worries! I'll figure it out, and get you all moving about once more," he stood up to his full height and began to make his way deeper into the building. He'd heard rumors that this place was where The Chosen made their homes; a place he was asked to stay in, but he chose his TARDIS for obvious reasons, "Derelict planet, collapsing realities, broken people, and a group of fictional characters all in one place. Together. And me without my TARDIS, how are we going to get out of this one old girl?"

He pulled his screwdriver up and scanned the pipes before turning to make his way up some stairs and continued to investigate. There was a connection to fallen realities, apocalyptic worlds, and fictional characters. Which came first... he wondered.

Belia Ohorek sat at her desk, waiting. They'd gotten word to her rather quickly about the strange sites outside the city as well as the strange one who entered with one of the hunters. She had her own network always watching for something or someone new, as she felt the more information she had, the better she could serve her people.

She had to make choices everyday that she knew most wouldn't understand, certainly not the Chosen. One of these choices had long ago been that she would make sure she knew everything that came and went in her city and around her city. Now, she had someone new to deal with, although the attitude was that this new one was much stranger than any they'd seen.

Belia was willing to overlook strange if it came with a way to save her people and her world. Of course, she knew that all of this came with a price. Currently the price was quickly becoming a sense of distrust among the Chosen, which she would accept as long as they stayed. She would find away to save everyone, possibly not matter the cost.

The Doctor stood with that infamously hollow smile; one that spoke of the centuries of the Doctor's life, the one that let anyone who saw it feel like everything would be alright, but all who knew him, know that there was a quiet loneliness that expanded this vast universe. It was in his eyes on days like this, when his companions left the TARDIS. The most loyal of his companions, that blue box, stood graciously in waiting behind him while he watched from its door Amy and Rory making their way back into their lives. Amy had intentions of returning, going after some change of clothes; Rory too, because of course he would never leave her side.

The smile was dropped the moment the two turned their backs and the Doctor stepped into the TARDIS. He was a danger to them, she'd been held captive because of him, and he was not about to let it all come crashing down around them once more, not this time. So the Doctor hopped up his steps and twisted on his feet before coming into a complete 360, and landing dead center in front of the flight controls of the TARDIS. He looked at the view screen outside once more, waited until he saw Amy's door shut, and then he flipped a switch. The brakes let off, he began to twirl a knob here, pump a stick here, pulled a lever and then placed it back; and quickly began to spin a wheel. That familiar whoosh and whee of the TARDIS beginning its ascent into the time vortex was the alarm needed for Amy to come rushing out of the house.

He stared at the screen, and for a moment hesitated, then finally slammed a button that had the TARDIS vanishing into thin air, and the box began to spin its way through beautiful light show of the time vortex. Red and blue tunnels of clouds surrounded the Doctor's beloved and a true smile showed on his face once more. ( He was at it again. Another adventure. )