Challenge: Worries. No specific Doctor...
It creeps into his mind at night, when his companions are sleeping. The niggling doubt in the corner of his consciousness, that, if allowed to grow, will swamp him entirely. He can never truly rest, must always going somewhere and righting some wrong, just to banish this fog from his thoughts. The numbing apprehension that something, somewhere is waiting for him fix, something important. Something he won’t be able to face, or fix, or just plain destroy. Before his worries could once again take hold, the Doctor decided to make a cup of tea.
Tea fixes everything, for a time.
Tea fixes everything, for a time.