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The Tenth Doctor (lonely_god) wrote in silverage,

The other woman had come around the console. She was talking to him, the Doctor realized, but he only half paid attention to her as he ran diagnostics and simulations and tried to figure out how he was going to get the TARDIS to move. He'd told the man, Galen, that he'd take a taxi cab if he needed to, but he'd vastly prefer driving himself to hospital, so to speak. Now that the shields of Galen's ship were down, the readings he was getting made more sense. If he could just coax a little power from the TARDIS to dematerialize her ...

The woman was still talking. Why was she still talking. Didn't she see that he was busy? "Humans," he muttered. "It's always something with you, isn't it? Well whatever it is, it can-" His voice died off, however, when he realized that the woman wasn't just talking. She was crying. She was crying for him. She knew him, or rather, she knew the next him. His eyes widened and he backed away.

"You can't be here," he protested. "If you know him ... " He shook his head and turned back to his work. "I don't have time for this. Stay on board if you like, but I have to find a way to get the TARDIS where she needs to be, and unless your Doctor-" He couldn't help the bitterness that crept into his tone at the mention of his successor. "-taught you how to fly her outside of her native dimension, stay out of the way."