Who: Seeker and The Doctor (Tempus) When: Not long after this Where: Seeker's room What: Helping Seeker, finding information. Warnings: Might be emotional, we'll see
Tempus had been running as fast as he could the moment he realised that Seeker really needed help. He wasn't sure what was wrong with her but he had a few ideas. Whatever it was, it wasn't good. He hoped and begged silently that the White wasn't calling to her. He knew he would lose her forever the day she gave, the day she would walk into the White and come out a completely different person. It had been a fear of the Doctors ever since they had met. It was why he kept her supplied with White Out whenever she needed it.
But if it was something else? He hoped it wasn't his fault. What if all of this really was his fault? The power cuts, the randomly appearing and disappearing people, all of it. And worst of all, Seeker's condition. He couldn't bear to think about it any longer. He had to find her. First place he'd check. Her room.
Tempus barrelled through the door in a panicked state of frenzy. Clutching his now injured shoulder, he panted for breath and looked around for her. "Seeker?!"