cape_kore | the Doctor | 004 | Day 67

[The video clicks on and there's the Doctor, brainy specs in place, sitting in the kitchen of his house. Behind him was the kitchen table, but not useable as various disassembled toasters, radios, and even an oven could be seen on the floor. Parts were everywhere and had looked like a tornado had blown through.

Stacked to one side of the wall were some books, next to his hand was his notebook, full with stuffed papers in it. He looks stern, quiet, serious, perhaps brewing an oncoming storm?]

It's been four days since this curse-thing has been over. I haven't seen Sharon... or Natasha, [There's a pause, because sad enough as it is, he wasn't entirely sure that was her name.] There's significantly less traffic around town, which leads me to guess others are missing too.

This may seem ridiculous that I'm saying this, but don't travel alone, don't be alone, [Ignore the fact that he was currently.], let others know if you're going somewhere. Use the buddy-system if you have to.

[There's a pause as he looks away, licking his lips.] I've been doing research, as most of you are aware, and after running the calculations 3-4 times, my evidence is conclusive. If this is Earth, which I'm not for certain if it is yet or not, I must admit... We're in the northern hemisphere, judging by the weather patterns and the sun's movements in the sky. The winds... Westerlies, marking us at about 30-60 degrees latitude. Of course, this is all based off of if we're on Earth.

This leads me to my next hypothesis, which a couple of you have already thrown out there - bravo! Good for you! - I think we're in a pocket universe. Time doesn't flow linear, it never had, it's all... wibbly-wobbly, of course, but the star charts aren't quite right, which doesn't make sense at all if this is, in fact, Earth. I said Northern hemisphere, but if you look up at the sky, the charts don't match that correctly. It's a blend... I can't locate us due to that. And with so many people coming from other worlds, universes, alternative timelines, it's making this all rather strange. I know very few species capable of this feat, which... [He trails off, not wanting to think who has this kind of power and technology they possess. Enough to rival his own TARDIS, that is for sure.]

There's a chance I can get us out, but it'll take time. If there's any tools, scraps lying about, unused appliances, radios... I'd like to have those, please.

[Private to Fortescue]
You said you wanted to help? Find me all the tools you can.

[Private to Mina]
If you don't mind, may I take your kitchen appliances? Not to be blunt, but it isn't like you need them. But keep the kettle... I like making tea there when I visit you. I'll give you a hot plate.

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Sharon's definitely missin'. I took a quick look around town, but I don't think she's here...

I saw her a day or so ago, so all this is pretty recent.

I'd, uh, offer you some help with... yer universe... thing, but I ain't even sure what half you said even meant, so good luck, I guess?

[The Doctor looks a bit forlorn. He and Sharon, when the last met, wasn't on the best of terms. For what it was worth, he didn't place any blame on her during the change and curse placed upon her. It just rather startled him with the shove to her bed and the kiss.]

I figured as much. Any idea how many might be missing? Are there any hints in the woods or ocean?

[He really has to think through his responses before blurting out things that would make him sound more bizarre than he probably already does. Trying to explain his abilities was never high on his list of things to do.]

How many? No. I don't keep track of half the people who show up in this place. If you want me to check around for someone else, someone in particular, I'll need t'see somethin' of theirs, or... at least go into their room where they've been stayin'. Somethin' to get a fix on 'em.

An' I don't have to go searchin' the woods to know there ain't gonna no hints out there. As for the ocean, I don't do water.

[The Doctor nods. That all made sense and he understood. Well, at least up until the part about needing to see something of theirs or be in the room. He'd save those questions for some other time.]

Erm, right... [He rubs the back of his neck, thinking.] I just wish there was some sort of correlation as to what causes their disappearance.

[He clears his throat and happily carries on the conversation when the Doctor doesn't push for answers.] Yea, I think we've all been wonderin' that. I've had some friends disappear for good, others come back, none of 'em seem to have done similar things, gone to the same places, spoken to the same people. Only similarity is gone without a trace. Someone could go crazy tryin'a find some kinda link.

[There typically was a link. Even tiny minute details, there was a link somewhere.]

I don't know who is connected to whom around, where they could've gone off to. It's all a mysery.

[He rubs his eyelid and sighs.] It doesn't matter. I'm going to get the rest of us out here and hope for the best for the others.

[Logan wasn't so sure, but only because he'd searched and searched for something that linked them, somewhere, anywhere, but had continuously ended up with as much information as he'd started with in the beginning.

Hell. He was still searching the woods for Laura; it had become something of an unhealthy habit of his, but he couldn't give in to the idea that she was gone and somewhere he couldn't help her.]

That gal, the one who'd been workin' for 'em, who turned and went live on the network. She said they hadn't been sent back home.

[He gives the camera a dark glare when the Doctor mentions his plan.] We can't leave 'em here. 'Hopin' for the best' is bull shit.

[He takes a moment to get his temper in check and figure out what he wants to say minus the profanities.] I realize that some people just wanna get outta here. An' that's fine. But some of us have... have very close ties to the missing.

We don't even know what they're doing to them...

[The Doctor rubs the corners of his mouth, trying to think really hard about this.] I'm not discrediting those that are missing. You're right, we don't know, but... I don't know if we can do anything.

Look, I can get us out of here, blast through the barrier, and we go. I'm working on a project that'll allow this. If we can get past that step, then we'll work on saving the others, yeah?

I'll help you out however I can, bub, but I don't think I can leave. Can't leave my little girl here all alone.

Good luck though.

[A head tilt.] Girl?

[Frown.] Can we not save her either?

She's missin'. Been missin' for... a month? Probably almost two months now.

She's blood. I can't leave without her. [He says it like it's just plain facts, not an option.]

An' in the meantime, I wouldn't be leavin' without Sharon either.

I'd rather stay and try an' find them than live with the guilt of leavin' 'em. [Shrugs.] Especially since we know they ain't been sent home.

Sharon's my friend too. [The Doctor didn't appreciate the guilt trip, but completely understood Logan's feelings.] But we don't know if they've gone back home or not. I've been here, left, and back again, but I don't remember anything that happened...

They haven't. That woman workin' for 'em said they don't.

So they just erased yer memories while you weren't here?

... but it could be different for those not comin' back at all... [He's mostly talking to himself now, sorry Doctor.]

I dunno, that's one thing we can find out. Maybe break the barrier and go from there.

[The Doctor had alot to think about after these conversations. He knew it wouldn't be an easy task, but it's going to be harder than he expected.]

the Doctor | 004 | Day 67 | Video

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