but doesn't it get lonely riding up there to the sun?

The Doctor had landed the TARDIS at walking distance from Lucy's flat (though not too close - he didn't trust her not to try anything, after all) and was now standing against the console, glancing at the monitor every so often to see if she was coming yet. Oh, he didn't like this, didn't like it at all. If he was honest with himself, he didn't really have any idea why he had agreed to this in the first place.

He glanced at the Master out of the corner of his eye. He'd asked for this. Asked to see "his Lu". Well, he was going to be seeing her, alright. Vaguely, he wondered if he'd appreciate this once he was back to normal. If he gets back to normal said a stray thought at the back of his head, and he stopped thinking.

He stepped closer to the Master, frowning. "Are you sure about this?"

... Jordan's been acting strange, lately. And he's not the only one, by the looks of things. I mean, he can't have a daughter, he just can't, not when Eva is still in her own time and she has no idea what's going on... he may say he remembers it all, and it certainly seems... realistic, but... something feels off. Actually, a whole lot of things feel off. I could understand an entire universe slipping ahead of time, especially with a place like this, but just one person from that universe? With memories of the time that's supposedly passed? That's impossible.

As for that space station... well, we've already seen what it's for, for all the good it does us... but how's he powering it? Something like that would take tremendous amounts of fuel, and I just can't see how...

They're connected, somehow. The ship, all those people, the way everyone's acting... Jordan disappearing... it must have something to do with whatever's been posted in the past few days. There must be something on that community... There hasn't been anything really obvious, but it wouldn't be the first time he's altered people's minds like this, not by far.

And really, someone else must have noticed! I mean, they're not thick... well, most of them aren't anyway. I'm not the only one who could have noticed something a little strange.

Whatever is going on, it needs to stop. Sooner rather than later.

The Doctor leaned on the railing, tapping idly on the metal surface. He'd been in Cardiff for the past few hours but hadn't actually done anything. It really was odd. Ever since the day had began he'd felt agitated, as if he was waiting for something.

He'd parked the TARDIS over the Rift, since a little pitstop had never hurt anyone, but about an hour in he'd got bored of feeling agitated and on edge inside the TARDIS. And so he'd promptly gone out and spent his time feeling agitated and on edge outside the Cardiff Millennium Centre instead.

So here he was, standing and watching people go about their business. Something was going to happen soon. He just knew it.

... Well.

That could not possibly have gone any better or worse~.