InsaneJournal

It had been a day of ups and downs for the Doctor. He'd encountered someone new,  a pair of old friends, and enjoyed the company of the motley crew that the person behind the curtain had assembled while they tried to make right the barn's structure. It was going to be work to get that last bit done; though, the Gallifteyan had no doubt at all that they would accomplish their goals. Natural optimist, he couldn't help it.

For now he'd let his aspirations settle upon the first task of setting up shelter then he'd turn his attention where it really belonged: on the people encamped in the glass bubble. The impossible glass bubble. The excrutiating glass bubble. As he continued to let his mind set on the difficult the Doctor's features became harder and harder. All the talk he'd had with Jack and Sarah Jane had faded to the back of his mind. At the front was an impossible bubble and some handwriting that claimed responsibility. his jaw set as he took a deep breath. He couldn't get his attention off it. 

Kicking a stone down the street with the museum at his back he continued in the direction of the gym. Each passing structure caused the Doctor to sink more and more into the pits of fury. He hadn't been this angry in a very long time. He'd been able to lock it away far too easily with Rose there to temper him. Who would temper him here? Who would remind him of what was important? What was important?

The gym was quiet. The world around the gym was still. Rain had paused for a few moments and the Doctor found himself in a chilled wind in the growing dark. It was all he could do to breathe. He wanted to storm through the town, and break it apart until he figured out how it all worked and understood all this place's secrets. He wanted to find the fool behind the word play in the journals and teach them what captivity truly meant. 

The Doctor only stared at the road, willing his mind to still.