A Seemingly Peaceful Day

[Scarlett De Fontaine]

Kyra leaned into her husband. "I don't know anymore. Maybe if we got away from Gallifrey, thing would be different. Maybe it wouldn't pose as much of a threat... But what if that made things worse?" She nuzzled into his shoulder. "We're back to where we started."

[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler pulled Kyra close to him as his wife leaned into him, wrapping is arm around her.

"Well, that would be up to you -- if you still want to leave Gallifrey, I will come with you. However, we still might want to see what we can learn about whatever it is that was causing you discomfort."

Tyler glanced at his brother, "Well, what do you want to do? Should we talk to someone on the Council? Confront Emmehujidat directly? We don't even know for sure that it was him, but do you have any good ideas?"

[The Eighth Doctor]

The Doctor gave a short laugh. "Confront the council? Be prepared for a long day of indignant denials, rebuttals and attacks and that's only after waiting for a few days to be able to get in to see them! The rot within spreads quickly even when they see the decay under their own noses, they just excuse it with pointing fingers and writing long boring reports. No, there has to be another way."

He paused, staring into the console of his TARDIS deep in thought. One could almost say he was conversing with the machine itself. His tea sat growing colder with each passing moment un-noticed until after about ten minutes the Doctor roused himself, drank the cold beverage off without noticing the temperature and stood up.

"There's bound to be other Time Lords that feel as we do, surely everyone can't be as blind as all that. And the best way to discover who is to mingle with the commoners." He gave them both a grin. "I suppose it wouldn't bother either of you to visit the lower class of our planet? It can be quite interesting, if a bit untidy."

[Scarlett De Fontaine]

Kyra shook her head and nuzzled into Tyler. "I don't mind at all." She had her doubts though about anyone else having the same feelings as she. But whatever they had to do, they had to do.

[The Eighth Doctor]

"One thing though," the Doctor held up a warning finger at Kyra. "If you feel anything strange or different, even if it's just a craving for pickles and ice cream, you're to let Tyler and me know, agreed? Could be we could use that mindstorm or whatever it is as a tool of our own, if it reacts with certain stimulates that it sees from your brainwaves. It could even guide us in the right direction but only if it doesn't threaten yourself in any way."

He turned to Tyler. "Don't worry, I'm not about to just toss her safety over my shoulder in an effort to get to the bottom of this. Sacrifices may have to be made along the way but I'm not going to have her in that number." His face saddened as he thought of the lives in his many pasts that had been used as such and he sighed. Sometimes a Time Lord's long life could be such a burden with so many memories to bear.

[Scarlett De Fontaine]

Kyra nodded. "If anything comes up, I'll be sure to tell you." She didn't really think that it really had a stimulus but whatever it took to make things right. She was glad at his reassurance.

[Tyler AKA The Hunter]

Tyler shook his head at his brother, a small smile on his face. "Nah....that wouldn't bother me. We're considered by most others to be lower class anyway, so talking with others who are considered at our class level or lower would be fine by me....although, I guess you can't really say that YOU'RE lower class anymore, Doctor."

Tyler glanced at his brother curiously. Strange cravings? Where did he get some of his ideas from, anyway?

Smiling at his wife, Tyler continued to hold her. "Well, I"m up for anything....."

[The Eighth Doctor]

"Splendid!" The idea of action always cheered the Doctor up, he hated waiting around until osmething happened (which is why he left the planet in the first place!) and to visit what many Time Lords considered beneath them made it all the better. He had always considered those on Gallifrey that weren't tied in with the high and mighty chapters of the Patrexes, the Arcalians and the Prydonians to be the real people anyway.

"Now we don't want to be too obvious, as we don't want to arouse any suspictions anywhere. We're just going on a nice outing of shopping. We'll just wander about, keeping our eyes and ears open for any gossip. Perhaps down at a small cafe? People do like to talk in such places."

[Scarlett De Fontaine]

Kyra nodded as she held onto Tyler. "Alright, but... If I'm any example, anyone that has this going on either will have been institutionalized or won't talk about it at all." She didn't like that thought, but they were the most prevalent choices she could think of.

[The Eighth Doctor]

"Hmmm, then perhaps we can make an attempt to find out who and how many have been sent to the mental ward, that could give us a sort of profile of who they're working with. Then perhaps an inside job may be in order." The Doctor stood up and straightened his coat. "But first things first. As they say on Earth, even a champion potato peeler peels just one potato at a time!"

[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler nodded, "I wonder how we even got in with the Prydonians ourselves...."

He had thought about this several times, but decided to voice his thought out loud. "That would have been the last thing I would have expected for us....but I guess our father was one, too."

Tyler made a face at visiting the mental ward. "I suppose we could, but the patients might be too drugged to be of much help...besides, that's probably where the Mentalist is."

A shiver went up Tyler's spine as he looked away. The Mentalist had caused him trouble since he'd been a child. He hadn't really encountered the Time Lord recently, but he hadn't been really looking to see him anyway. The Mentalist had always creeped Tyler out. The Mentalist had physically beat him up all the while that he had been in school. Some of the attacks had been quite bad, landing Tyler in the hospital. One particular incident came to mind -- when he was 17, and it had been the first day of the school year that year at the academy, the Mentalist had cornered Tyler for money. Tyler hadn't dug up enough money to satisfy the Mentalist, and so the Mentalist had beat him up -- he'd broken both of Tyler's arms. His right arm had been crushed, being badly injured. The Mentalist had made matters even worse after that, having sneaked into the hospital and broken his right arm again as well as his collar bone.

Tyler glanced at his wife. He wanted the emotional pain to stop. "If it's the only way, then ....yes....we can go there."

He much preferred the idea of talking to the common people of Gallifrey than to talk to the mental patients.

[Scarlett De Fontaine]

Kyra nuzzled into her husband. She just wanted it all to be over. She wanted this thing gone, no matter what it took. "Whatever it takes," she muttered.

[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler nodded at Kyra. If this was what she wanted, he would go to the mental institution to talk to other people.

"All right....let's go then, as dad used to say, allons-y," he announced to both of them. He'd noticed that his brother had already stood up. Gently, he removed his hand from Kyra to allow her to get up.

[Bryan Wilkeson]

Kyra slowly got up. The motion felt stiff for some reason. She really wanted to be done with this and move on, but... How would things be if those feelings were done? What would they discover as the source of it?

[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler jumped to his feet once Kyra had gotten up. All he wanted to do was make sure that Kyra was better. If they had to go to the mental institution, he wanted that to be over as quickly as possible.

"All right then....." He reached out for his wife's hand.