InsaneJournal

He was going mad. More than that. He was in danger of going past mad and coming all the way round to being sane again. So mad he actually appeared normal, and that was always the most dangerous type of mad to be. The Doctor was a traveller, and suddenly he was stuck in one place. Not even on one planet or in one solar system. One city and one time when the days went in the right order and you couldn't even skip over the boring bits. He didn't know how humans managed it.

It was worse, in a way, that he had the TARDIS (Or a version of her, at any rate.) and yet she refused to fly. It was as if whoever had stuck them here was taunting him, playing with him. It was frustrating, and many times he'd ended up lashing out, kicking something and shouting. He had a very sore toe on his right foot where he'd kicked one of the TARDIS's new pillars, then apologized profusely to the machine while hopping around on one foot.

The Doctor sighed, flinging his head back to look up at the strange sky, his hands deep in the pockets of his trench coat as he waited for Rose to arrive. A pub... It had been a long time since he'd been in a pub. The last one he'd been to had had a bartender with eyes on the back of his head. Literally. And it had served drinks in gas form. The Doctor was pulled from this pleasant memory as he noticed a golden head hurrying towards him, and a trademark grin flashed over his face.