[Backdated to this morning]
[Oliver's sphere comes to life beeping, like an alarm. Oliver is visible across from it, asleep, tied securely to a tree, his legs also tied to it and tied together, his hands tied behind the tree. He stirs at the noise and jerks his head up. He is a wreck, one night of sleep not nearly enough to cure the dark circles under his eyes. He is soaked and muddy, as though he's been in a scuffle or two, and he is beginning to look a bit gaunt. A close look will also reveal bruising on his neck, as though he's been choked]
[Along with the alarm, the sphere begins to play a message,
recorded by the Doctor]
As you can see, Ollie's a little tied up at the mo'. He's not doing too well, having deprived himself of both food and water, so if a kind soul could come and feed him, I'd be very grateful to you.
Also...Ollie? [the voice breaks and there's silence until the voice speaks again.] ...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But until these voices go away, I shouldn't come near you again. I've already hurt you enough.
Oh, and sorry about the alarm going off. I left a voice command for it, so all you have to do is tell it to shut off, and it will.
[Oliver is still clearly groggy, but he struggles against the ropes, wincing as he twists his injured arm] What? Doctor! Doctor, don't! [looks around desperately, as if expecting the Doctor to be there, before giving up and sagging against the tree]
Go on, shut off, then. [the alarm stops] You too, sphere! [he sighs, his expression defeated] Don't show this to everyone. Please. [anger creeps into his voice] I'm dangerous and should be left alone!