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Donna stepped to the side of the bed and tucked the Doctor's quilt in more so he was more comfortable. She smiled at him for reassurance before walking over to the door, following the time agent as he walked to the door.

"Get some sleep, Spaceman." Donna said to him sternly but lightly, giving him one last smile before her and Jack left the room, closing the door behind them.

"Poor Doctor." Donna said to Jack as they began to walk down the corridor. "I really hope he's not seriously ill."
As the young man attempted to respond, he broke out into a string of coughing fits, and the Doctor rushed to his side, making sure the boy was okay. But before he could even ask him, a strange small object flew directly past them at a dangerous pace, landing in front of them, and the Doctor instantly was down in the grass, puling out his sonic screwdriver to examine it.

"Oh what's this now?" The Doctor asked as he scanned the small object. "Looks like it could be from a pl-OOF!"

The Doctor was suddenly cut off when he felt something collide with his back and he was sent flying towards the ground. He landed roughly on the grass, and groaned when he felt his back twinge at the pressure. After the young man had managed to gather himself from the floor, he politely lifted the Time Lord off the ground and apologised. He told the Doctor his name and then unexpectedly saluted.

"Oh, put your hand down, Leander." The Doctor said to him with a smile. "Nice name, Leander. Nice to meet you, Leander. Oh and you can drop the 'Sir', I'm the Doctor."

The Doctor was about to kneel down to examine the small object again when he suddenly felt a rush of pain escalate its way up his back and he let out a yell of uncomfortable pain. "Oh, my back..." He moaned, rushing his hand behind him for support. "Either I hit my back harder than I thought or I'm just getting old..."
"An alien signal, yeah." The Doctor replied to the girls surprised reaction, continuing to scan around the corridor with his sonic, his thin figure twisting around like a bendy ruler. "Oh, what's this thing? This, is my sonic screwdriver. If you need to open a locked door or detect something strange, this is your gadget."

Suddenly, The Time Lords old eyes focused directly behind the girl, as the sonic screwdriver began to bleep faster and faster. He took a few steps forward, before he lowered his hands down back to his side, not keeping his eyes from further down the corridor. He looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"Well, this is...bad." The Doctor commented. Stood behind the young girl, was what looked like the night guard. A big, muscular and tattooed individual with a threatening look in his dark green eyes as he seemed to glare menacingly at the Doctor.

"Hey," The Doctor indicated to the young girl in front of him, holding up his hand slowly as if for her to take. "Come slowly to me." The whole time, he never let his vision leave the 'night guard.'
"You can't relax because you're ill, Doctor, it's just normal." Donna commented, standing wearily beside Jack. "You'll get better, Doctor."

Jack went and got the Time Lord some ginger ale, hoping that it would settle his stomach. Donna was beginning to wonder if the Doctor's illness was all that is seemed. He didn't seem to be getting any better. But he really needed rest.

"Jack, so you fancy a cup of tea, just me and you while the Doctor has a little bit of a sleep?"
Donna could sense Jacks concern towards the Time Lord as she watched the Doctor squirm around uncomfortable under the bed sheets.

"There's bound to be something we can do to help, Spaceman?"
The Doctor listened to the girl carefully, but when she claimed to have seen nothing strange, he frowned slightly.

"Hm, I wonder where the alien signal was coming from." He pondered, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and holding it up in front of him. He scanned the area around him and then brought the tool to his ear. "Well, there's definitely something here, the sonics picked something up."
The Doctor couldn't help the laughter that escaped his mouth when the young boy simply continued to stare at him. He decided it would be best to just take the the young mans hand himself, so he grabbed it and helped the boy to his feet.

"I know this might all seem a bit strange and apologies for the whole crashing thing, this isn't your garden is it?" The Doctor asked the young man, glancing at the path of destruction his machine had caused and then looked back towards the TARDIS. "It would probably be best to just leave her to repair for a couple of hours. You wouldn't mind telling me where I am? Oh, and I never asked your name?"
The Doctor had obviously frightened the poor girl so he put his hands up slightly in a non-threatening manner to show her that he wasn't there to harm her.

"Yeah, sorry," The Doctor said in reply to the girls question. "I tend to wind up in places and not know where I am quite a bit." He took a couple of hesitant but friendly steps towards her, shoving his hands back into the pockets of his trench coat as the girl went on to question who he was.

"Oh, I'm just a traveller." The Doctor replied, smiling slightly. "Peter Jones, eh? We'll, that's a first. Tell me, have you noticed anything...strange going on around here lately?"
The Doctor cautiously but curiously stepped through the TARDIS doors, glancing around to study where he had landed. He was rather taken aback when his location turned out to be what seemed like an empty hallway. It had all the features of an office building, formal but dark. It must be night time.

"Well, could have been worse," The Doctor stated to himself as he shut the TARDIS doors closed behind him. "I've landed in much st-"

As he looked down through the darkness, The Doctor suddenly noticed a young girl staring at him from across the hallway, a pair of red rimmed glasses perched on her nose as her glance turned to curiosity. Or fear.

"Oh, hello!" The Time Lord exclaimed as happily and as friendly as he could muster. "Sorry to bother you and I know this may seem a bit strange, but, could you possibly tell me where I am?"
Sat on the jump seat of the TARDIS, the Doctor let out another deep sigh. His long, thin legs were perched on the edge of the console, while his hands fiddled with the small device he'd been tinkering with for a good half hour.

"What more can I do to you?" He muttered to the device, holding up to his face. "I don't even remember what I was meant to be doing..."

He placed the small object beside him, removing his thick black rimmed glasses and placing them back into the jacket of his blue suit. Looking around, he realised just how quiet it was without Donna. Usually she would be sat beside him, laughing about something stupid they had gotten up to recently or joking about how skinny he was. But no. She was gone. Along with everyone else.

Suddenly, a loud bleeping noise began to emit from the TARDIS, bringing the Doctor out of his thinking trance. Instantly, the Doctor sprang to his feet, pulling the monitor around to face him so he could read the Gallifreyan symbols blurting all over the screen.

"Oh that's interesting," The Doctor commented to himself. "An alien signal,eh? Well, let's check it out!"

He ran around to the other side of the console and began to frantically push levers and press buttons as he locked onto the signal the time machine was picking up. The large green rotor began to groan into life and the Doctor sprinted back around to the monitor. After a few moments of being thrown about, the Doctor heard the TARDIS thump to a halt.

"Getting a bit rough old girl, were both not as young as we used to be, can't afford to be knocked around like that anymore." He said to his ship affectionately, giving the console a pat. He then glided over to the coral beam that his coat was hanging onto and he shrugged it onto his shoulders. "Right then, Allons-y!"

The Doctor walked over to the TARDIS doors and slowly began to open them, with no idea what to expect.
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