So Much More to See

The video feed inside The Tardis clicks on. The Doctor is leaning on the console. He doesn't look his usual self. His clothing is still tattered and frayed and his eyes are dull and tired. When he finally decides to look at the lens, he looks as though he means to say something, but he just shakes his head and clicks the video off.

The Doctor is sitting on the floor of the Tardis, leaning against the central console. In the background the soft hum of the organic machine fills the air. He looks tired, his usual cheerful grin no where to be seen, as he sits there with nothing but his own thoughts to distract him. Covering his face with his hands he lets them slide up and through his hair, leaving a mess of half flopped spikes of hair in their wake.

With a sigh he drops his hands and gets to his feet. Circling the console he turns a knob there, lifts a lever here until he is halfway around the machine. He stops again and just leans on it, staring off at nothing in particular. Finally noticing the camera pointed at him he heads over to it, grabbing the long brown coat draped over the console on his way. His hand reaches for the camera with a frown and the feed goes black.