((( no responses yet? let#s get into the masters head!))<br/><br/>*Annoying. It was annoying, it is annoying, and most importantly HE was annoyed.<br/><br/>It was hard enough to follow the doctor, always travelling on in his tardis, with the simplistic time travel tool he tinkered together out of a scrapyard on earth. How could these primates exist? .. not that he cared. He only cared for one thing. Everything.<br/><br/>But just when he thought he had succeeded in tracking his nemesis and more importantly his tardis, vunerable after using up some of his lifeforce, presumambly to save one of his precious humans,.. the  doctor seemed to have slipped away again.<br/><br/>He eyed the nurse leading him towards the restricted ward.. oh how caring the doctor was when he abandoned someone, wasn't he, saying*<br/><br/>Here yes? Thank you so very much for showing me the way, *not that she had any choice.. who needs psychic paper if you can just insert yourself into weaker minds directly, appearing to be just so trustworthy. no time to muse about lesser species, time to find out just who would have the same symptoms of a timelord using up their lifeforce too rapidly.. he had played through the few thousand scenarios that seemed reasonable a few hundred times on the way here, he felt ready, time to find out just what exactly was going on here..*<br/><br/>*he knocked four times*<br/><br/>