Barcelona - Post Three
The light show last night had been just as brilliant as he'd remembered. All the divers -- as many as twenty at once -- weaving in and out of each other, their suits flickering through pre-programmed patterns to create images of flowers or animals as they descended lazily to the water below. He and Thirteen had even stayed through both shows just to see it again. They'd caught the last shuttle back and didn't get back to the TARDIS until well after midnight.
The results of the scan were waiting for him when they returned, and while Thirteen shuffled off to bed, the Doctor sat in the medical bay and began going through the data. He'd been right about the object being from the Time War. The construction methods and materials were perfect matches for that time period. The purpose of the thing still eluded him -- most of the circuitry was too badly degraded to ascertain its design. That was likely also why the thing had reacted as it had before, a malfunction as the last of the wiring burned itself out. He'd lain back in the diagnostic chair to think about his next move.
Which explains why, the next morning, he's still there, eyes closed, the papers draped across his chest, breathing softly in a not-quite-snore.
The results of the scan were waiting for him when they returned, and while Thirteen shuffled off to bed, the Doctor sat in the medical bay and began going through the data. He'd been right about the object being from the Time War. The construction methods and materials were perfect matches for that time period. The purpose of the thing still eluded him -- most of the circuitry was too badly degraded to ascertain its design. That was likely also why the thing had reacted as it had before, a malfunction as the last of the wiring burned itself out. He'd lain back in the diagnostic chair to think about his next move.
Which explains why, the next morning, he's still there, eyes closed, the papers draped across his chest, breathing softly in a not-quite-snore.