InsaneJournal

There was something amazing about the quiet solitude of the carnival. Perhaps it was that the Doctor had managed to feel cramped and underfoot for nearly five days straight now, an experience he was neither used to nor open to. He missed his TARDIS terribly with it's infinite rooms and general occupancy limit of 3. Sure, sometimes it exceeded three people; but, even then it was so rare there were enough people there for the Time Lord to feel like everyone and everything was in the way. Though, even when there were more than three people his guests generally tried to stay out of his way - which was more than he could say for the people in the museum or the barn. No, the Doctor was not used to  having to share his space.

The Doctor had woke up in the back of his bright yellow bumper car. He'd navigated from the pavillion out to the main trail and around the bend to the merry-go-round. He wasn't hungry, not yet any way. Though, from the looks of it he'd managed to sleep pretty late. The sun was already pretty far down in the sky. Hopping up onto the ride's platform, the Doctor settled down into the bench. It was another day in the indestructable glass bubble. There were so many people he'd managed to avoid the day before. Jack, Sarah, Remy, Shannon, Sid, Sam, Tonks... Hell, he'd avoided everyone except that new guy. He'd dug himself a nice, neat little hole, put himself in it and hidden. It was so entirely unlike him that as the Doctor thought about it, he couldn't help but annoy himself. What was he hiding from?

Clicking his tongue on his teeth the Doctor tried to ignore the growing sensation of annoyance and like magic, it seemed to fade away. He didn't like the way he'd been acting, but the more he thought about it if he managed to find someone and dance he might just feel better. Yes, dancing, would make him feel much more comfortable. The Doctor's brow furrowed. He was confused. Dancing didn't have anything to do with feeling impotent or ineffective. Blink. Blink. Blink.

Taking a deep breath. the Doctor's mind sizzled. "Oh.. Oh, no..." He scratched the top of his head. "Oh, come on!" He yowled. There was an additive in the air. It was potent and precise. He could feel it working on his brain and his endochrine system. "Oh, you slimey buggers," he mumbled, clinching his jaw. He'd just have to wait it out; sooner or later this all had to wear off. Of that, the Doctor was certain. Hopefully he'd be left to the solitude of his Merry Go Round.