The voice was back, this time it was actually giving an explanation, requests, things that his own mind wouldn't have made him for him. The front? She was talking about the war. He got shakily to his feet, trying to steady himself using the TARDIS wall as he practically felt his way toward the door.
Where was he? That was a very good question... what the hell was this place? He pushed his way into the street, his mind racing as he tried to decide what to do. I don't know. Where are you? he asked, deciding that walking to find this voice was better than driving himself crazy with waiting.