The Doctor was pottering around outside the library, hopping from step to stop, occasionally pulling out the ol' sonic screwdriver to do a little further snooping. The latest message to appear over the net had him rather concerned and he was determined to get to the bottom of it all. For now, just finding out a little bit more would do.
He slid the screwdriver back to it's normal size and tucked the thing away into his inside jacket pocket. Everything looked so very normal. Too normal. Was anyone on this planet responsible for bringing them all to one place? What was causing each reality to crumble away into nothing? Were the Time Lords gone or had his reality fallen apart and with it, a locked Gallifrey? Everyone he knew? There had to be more it there just had to be. Something had to be blamed. Realities didn't just fall apart for no reason.
The Doctor was well lost in his thoughts, pacing back and forth so much that he might have worn a hole in the ground. If it were possible.