Who: Doctor 11 and Chess Wonderspirit What: Not sleeping When: Tuesday into Wednesday Where: Cafe near Malanore Status: Complete!
"Different perspectives," he said to himself as he walked along through the night of Daytona Beach. "Humanoids, wondering if I'm on drugs. What is that again, enforced adulthood? I can't be excited about having a new adventure, even if I'm away from me and my TARDIS? Of course the bloke was just fishing for drugs at the time but he isn't the only one. I must be high or drunk, must I?"
He moved quietly, aside from his low tones as he conversed with himself. The Doctor wore his dark purple Victorian frock coat, even sported the slightly worn top hat, and he strolled from sunset to sunrise. Monologuing to himself wasn't all he accomplished during the dark hours. His feet took him to where the demons had attacked just the day before he arrived. Reacting in typical fashion, he scanned the area with the sonic screwdriver.
When the Doctor came to the threshhold which kept all the kidnapped persons in, he was amazed that he did indeed feel a nagging sensation of not wanting to move any further away. He was the Gallifreyan who had nicked the TARDIS, after all, and never stopped running. True, he had been back to Gallifrey now and again, but not to stay. Never to stay permanently in any one place. Once again he collected scans, moving along the invisible border until he came to the beach that would eventually take him to the building they lived in. Before turning back, he made sure to take extra readings with the small, electronically whirring instrument.
He stood for a while, first gazing out into the wind coming off the sea. Then he looked up into the sky, about where Gallifrey should have been. There weren't stars as clouds had rolled in but his eyes made out more detail than humans usually could. For him it didn't seem completely dark. He came across another creature with good night vision, a cat slinking across the sand.
"I don't suppose you could give me any information," he conversed. "You don't live at the building, do you? Sorry I'm not really looking for intel about this part of town."
She glanced at him, as if deciding whether or not to run. A mrrrr came in response to his comments but the Doctor heard "I don't reside in any building" before she vanished into night.
Later, he looked toward sunrise into the wind blowing off the sea. Light began edging up past the cloudy horizon. He gazed at the sky in the section where Gallifrey should have been once again. A jogger ran past the man in the old-fashioned frock coat and top hat.
But he engaged in self-conversation again. "I can't return to the TARDIS now, Doctor. I couldn't tell you about Amy and Rory- gone--" He sighed sorrowfully. "But I couldn't keep it from you. Twin-time is over."
He ended up in a cafe not far from the apartments. Sitting by a window, he looked out across the street at beach and brightening but overcast sky between a pair of high rise buildings. The Doctor took a sip of coffee.