WHO: The [Tenth] Doctor and OTA
WHEN: Backdated to the afternoon; prior to
THISWHERE: Somewhere in the library
WHAT: The Doctor is attempting to calm himself. And failing.
WARNINGS: Time Lord close to going Time Lord-y.
The Oncoming Storm: that was what the Daleks called him. And, from the look in his eyes, he was close to living up to his name. Someone had hurt Rose. Someone had hurt his Rose -- the inmate, Charlie, had injured Rose.
The well-worn control on his anger was beginning to slip and the Doctor needed something before he completely lost his temper. Even when speaking to others, his voice had been terse and he was trying not to do anything he'd regret.
The Master -- oh the Master. Yes, the Master in the infirmary who had been 'looking after' Rose. No, that would not do.
Jaw set, looking for all the world like a man on a mission (which, in essence, he was) the Doctor headed to the library. Greatest weapons in the world, books. At least him amongst them could have the hopeful side-effect of calming him down before he retrieved Rose.