His Bruised Warrior

The Dreamer

THE DOCTOR'S P.O.V

I walked over to the TARDIS console and looked around. We were missing someone. Dez wasn't in the console room...or anywhere in sight to be frank. I called out her name, hoping she would hear it.
Nothing. Not a sound, no door opened, nor did any music stop playing. Adlez was nowhere to be found. Thus, I started wandering the halls downstairs.
Wowza...So many empty rooms! I really aught to get that seen to.
Adlez was a mystery just by being here. Martha was with her family, that I understood. Adlez was ready and rearing to leave as soon as I came out with the offer though. She had a huge smile and had nothing she wanted to go and say to family at all. It was as if she had none or didn't want to go say her goodbyes.
I frowned as I struggled to find a sign of her. Looking back on it, when I brought up the offer of traveling in the TARDIS, she had a great big grin on her face. Her eyes had sparkled with a longing. A longing to go back... As if she had been into space before. Though... she was way too young to have been in space before. She was seventeen and not even out of highschool!
My wandering around talking to myself became a problem when I tripped over a can. I staggered to pick it - and the dripping brown liquid inside it - up and right side up.
"Fffffff- My paint- uhh- ShIpS AnD SaILoRS!! WhatdoIdo?" Adlez stuttered, waving and flapping her hands about in panic.
She looked back at where the paint had fallen and back at me. She made a face, "Riiiggghhhhht...I apologize, I didn't- I don't know....I-I-I'm sorry."
I smiled a bit and shook my head. "My fault. Wasn't looking where I was going."
She smiled a bit more and picked up a paintbrush, dipped it into the thick, dark brown liquid, and started working on the tree branches that were on the door. It was a rather intricate pattern on top of a pastel purple door. The door was flat and had a modern silver door handle.
She tapped the floor with her free hand as she finished up with the paint. She then looked up at me from her spot on the ground and asked what I thought about the newly painted door. It looked simple, yet elegant. It looked like it was made for a children's doctors office. Yet... It suited her.
"It's got a Disney-esque