Travelling in the TARDIS was great. You'd seen some amazing things, beautiful planets and beautiful stars and you've met amazing people. Sure, travelling alongside the Doctor came with some risks.. but you were willing to take them. Because you'd pick this over London any day.

But sometimes there were trips that left bad memories. Sometimes you'd take a break from travelling altogether.

After a particular stressful trip including you almost dying, you'd excused yourself and told the Doctor you'd calm down a little in your room. You didn't mean to regress, but you just couldn't help it. The Doctor could surely busy himself for a while without you, you thought.

In your regressed state however, you thought it would be a good idea to go to the Doctor and seek some comfort and reassurance. So, you twisted the door knob to your room and toddled into the TARDIS control room, where the Doctor was flipping some switches and pushing some buttons. You tugged slightly at his shirt, to grab his attention.

"Hold on," he mumbled, apparently focused on something. You tugged harder, and he turned to you with a sigh. "I thought you wanted to be in your room, I was actually quite busy.. with.. this." He gestured vaguely to the console, seemingly not even having noticed your regression yet.