The Doctor was nowhere to be found as the TARDIS landed. This day was just getting weirder and weirder. It had started as an excursion to the Tudor era, but something had gone wrong with the TARDIS and she'd separated you from the Doctor. One way or another, you found your way back to the console room and the Doctor hadn't.

Having no other choice except rot in the console room (which sounded unappealing, considering you travelled the universe every day. You weren't big on waiting), you went to the doors and pushed them open.

It was dark and cold. Hay lined the floor under your shoes, and after observing your surroundings, you could tell you were in a barn of sorts. It was made of dark wood and there weren't any windows. Although, you didn't hear any animals. Instead, you heard a soft weeping.

Peeking out from behind the beam you had been hidden behind, you saw an old bed made out of wood, and a shaking figure hidden beneath its covers. However, you were interrupted by the barn doors swinging open and two people walking through. You quickly hid, and the crying had stopped.

"Come on, boy, come back to the house. Don't act like you're asleep!" The man of the couple demanded.

"He comes out here when he cries, he doesn't want anybody seeing him. Leave him alone." Reasoned the woman, possibly the boy's mother.

"It's pathetic. He'll never be a Time Lord if he keeps acting like this." The father said, and stormed out. The mother chased him out, yelling at him. The quiet sobs resumed.

You, on the other hand, just realized who exactly was crying in that bed.

You creeped closer carefully, but the floorboard squeaked underneath your weight. The boy jumped up, holding the covers up.

"Who's there?" He called, his voice wavering.