He's out at night, again.
He stares.
It's not just that it's a wildly out of place object, in a dark alleyway on the bad side of town that smells like gasoline and cigarettes and piss. It's the way that everything goes quiet, when he looks at it, even though he couldn't hear anything before. It's the way it shines from the inside, fluorescent through its frosted windows. It's that shade of blue, that's just like any other shade of blue and yet somehow it -
*
It's the next morning, and he's lying in bed in his pajamas, and -
So, on the one hand, his shift starts in ten minutes, and just the other day his manager chewed him out about how he can't miss any more days of work and especially can't miss any more days of work without letting anyone know that he's not coming in or else (reading between the lines, because he's capable of reading between the fucking lines) he's gonna get himself fired, and it's not like he doesn't have any money in his savings account but it's not enough to survive on very long, if he needs to survive on it because for example he got himself fired from his job because he's a lazy shitclown who blew off work one too many times, and he can still get to wok on time if he gets up now and scrambles into some clothes and grabs his keys and shit and runs out the door since the convenience store where he works is just around the corner (which incidentally makes it a lot more pathetic, to his thinking, that he keeps missing work) -
- but on the other hand, he sure doesn't seem to be moving, right now. He sure doesn't seem to be getting out of bed. He sure seems to be making the deliberate decision to blow off work, again, when he knows it'll get him fired.
He wakes up, again, to the sound of his phone ringing, and has the unpleasant realization that he went back to sleep. He looks at the clock, and it's the middle of the day, which means he's three hours late for work. He looks at his phone, and the caller ID says "Manager."
So yeah he's definitely fired.
And suddenly he's fucking furious, and he doesn't have anything to be furious at because it's his own fucking fault, and he picks up the phone and hurls it at the wall of his tiny fucking apartment. THUMP.
There's a muffled "go fuck yourself" sort of sound from the next apartment over.
He grits his teeth and glares at nothing, and rolls his neck.
He doesn't want to go back to the diner across the street, because he doesn't want to risk the cashier seeing him twice in one night and noticing him as the guy who came in twice in one night, because he's, you know, insane; so he takes a bit of a walk.
He thinks about the box, while he's walking, while he's eating, while he's walking back.
When he does get back to the alley, there's someone else there - someone sleeping on the ground, curled up under a lumpy blanket. And Bryce feels intensely uncomfortable at the thought of walking past them to get to the box, at the thought of doing - whatever it is he's been doing - with someone else right there, even if they're asleep.
Also, what the hell exactly has he been doing? Crooning over a weird public art installation?
He doesn't wake up until the next evening.
He feels - strange. It's not exactly a bad feeling. He's sort of - floating. Ethereal, in limbo. He's just been fired from his job and he doesn't have any leads on another one, and he doesn't really have anywhere to go - not anywhere he could bear to show his face, anyway - and unless he puts in a truly heroic level of effort into finding a new job, a level of effort that he can feel himself not being going to put in, he's not going to be able to find any new income before his savings run out.
So he doesn't really have any prospects of surviving.
And yet - he's relaxed, free, almost happy. He knows he's not going to survive, so he doesn't have to try to survive. He doesn't have to be a person, any more. When nothing remains, everything is equally possible.
He considers his situation sleepily, sprawled out on his little bed. He's never done anything even close to this before, thrown aside all his infinite obligation and hurtled himself toward inevitable disaster, carelessly and blithely, utterly free. What would he like to do today?
He cries at the fact that the box is gone. He cries at the fact that he cared about it, when it was just an inexplicable object that showed up one day and disappeared the next; he cries at the fact that he is feeling these emotions, that he did not ask to feel, that were forced upon him, that happened to him because of something he saw that he became attached to for no reason; he cries at the fact that he is a person that cries so fucking much. He cries at the fact that he has the presence of mind, while crying, to move deeper into the alleyway so no one notices him crying, because if he still cares about things like not being embarrassed how upset can he actually be, and yet he is still crying.
He is still crying.
He coughs and sputters and breathes raggedly, as he cries; and he continues to do so, as he finally runs out of tears.
He breathes.
He wipes his eyes, his cheeks, his nose, with the sleeve of his coat.
He breathes.
His face is still hot, his eyes tangibly puffy and red. He grinds the palms of his hands against them.
He needs something to drink.
He doesn't want to walk into the diner across the street, because the cashier might recognize him, and then someone who recognizes him would have seen him when he's just been crying; so he gets to his feet and trudges toward the other side of the alley.
Mechanically, he turns right, as the alley lets out; walks past an abandoned auto repair shop, into a convenience store. Purchases a bottle of water. He doesn't actually say any words or make eye contact with the cashier, which he assumes they think is pretty rude of him, but who gives a shit.
The second thing he notices is the grit in the air - he blinks, a couple times, and rubs his eyes.
The third thing he notices is that the box fan has a cut-open sandbag right behind it. So maybe that's why the air feels so gritty, because there's a box fan blowing sand directly into his eyes.
"The police box? Most of it, but it'll sound mad and there isn't time - get in my car - "
She beeps open the doors of her rental car and scrambles in. Once Bryce is inside too she peels out and swerves around in a u-turn.
"What did the person chasing you look like?"
"Listen to me." She puts a hand on his shoulder. "If I'm not back in five minutes, or if the man who was chasing you starts coming toward this car, or you see a statue of an angel, just drive away from here. Lose anyone who's chasing you and park it by the hotel on Rouge Street and Park Avenue if you can. Then just run. You don't have to be a part of this."
He is so fucking scared -
- and the box was scared too, if the box is really a person and he's not going crazy then it was terrified, blankets man was coming at it with a power drill -
- his fists clench in his lap, all of a sudden he hates the man in the mask or the angel or whatever the hell it is -
- and he doesn't like hating but sometimes it's easier than being afraid -
"No, I'm coming."
He can feel his lip quivering, his throat feels like there's something stuck in it, but he's not gonna let himself run away again.
"I think, if you feel like you felt fear from the TARDIS, you were feeling something real. I don't completely understand it. I think... it's something that prefers to usually be more like an object than like a person, but it is like a person in some ways. And it can feel things."
She fishes something from her purse: a small, silvery key. Hands it to him.
"This is a key to the TARDIS. I'm going to distract the man with the drill; you try to get the TARDIS open. There's someone inside who can help us fight an Angel, a robot dog called K9."
They stick close to the left-hand wall of the alley. It's wider than the one they first came down, the one around the corner; wide enough for a car. But not as wide as a real street. Narrow enough to be a bit gloomy even in the daylight.
The stranger glances back and says, "I don't see any sign of him. He might be in the shop trying to get into the TARDIS."
"All right. It looks like the door to the nearest garage is ajar. I'm going to go in through here - " she nods to the front door, that leads to the reception area " - and try to draw him out of the garage if he's in there. Once he's occupied, you go in through the garage door - " nod " - and open the TARDIS."
okay go go -
He sprints past the people-door to the garage-door and bends down and tries to heave it up and fuck this thing is heavy he's so out of shape - he grunts - gets it up high enough and ducks and rushes in, lets it fall behind him -
( - he can hear the door crash shut and the drone of the mask man's drill and the whir of whatever the stranger used on the door, and the drill shuts off - )
- no time go go -
- it's dark but he can see well enough, he runs for the box -
He clenches his fist -
(she said weeping angels can't move if you can see their skin)
(why else would he be covered up)
(he's not moving like a human)
He yells "Stop shooting" and there's no time to see if the dog listens he just screws up his eyes and runs and -
- he's there, face to face -
- he hooks his fingers under the mask and rips, flings, desperately -
Only a little, though, and only for a moment, before it fades.
He leans on the console, over the controls.
There's no sign of the woman - the woman who's name he didn't even learn. They opened the TARDIS, but - what for? The robot dog paralyzed the Angel, but - what next?
He sighs, and sits down on the floor. And then lays down flat on the floor. Splays his arms out. Closes his eyes.
He roots through it shamelessly as he's heading back to the TARDIS. Some makeup - looks like actual makeup, not whatever she used on the locked door - some cash, some miscellaneous toiletries -
A DVD, in a little plastic case. A generic DVD, the kind you record something on yourself, in a generic circular case, that you buy to keep DVDs in when they don't have cases of their own.
It's not nothing.
"Thanks." Thumbs up.
Back in the TARDIS. Clockwise is... he closes his eyes and holds his arms out... left. He walks up to the pillar in the center, that K9 called the command console, and follows the circular catwalk around, to his left. One... two... three... four.
Okay there's still a bunch of nonsense buttons and levers and greebles here that he doesn't understand but - that looks sort of like a disc drive, and that's a TV screen looking thing. It's hanging down on something like one of those jointed arms like dentists have in their work-rooms, with the big bright lights on the end, so they can move the lights around but they stay suspended in one place otherwise. He moves the screen to eye level and -
"I can't actually see you, this is an ordinary recording. But there's a trick for when two people at different points of time need to communicate in real time. I've got a recording of you that I got earlier in my timeline, and now you've got a recording of me, that you're watching on the TARDIS's display screen. How this works is, I watch the recording I have of you while I'm making the recording you have of me, and I reply to everything you say to me. Then the recording I make has my side of the conversation, and I do some time nonsense to get that recording to you before we have this conversation. Then you do the same thing I did the other way around - watch the recording of me, make the recording of you replying to me, then sometime later do your own time nonsense to get the recording to me before I talk to you."
"What you just watched, up until I started - talking to you properly - was my side of a conversation with you. But it's my side of a conversation I have with you after you've already watched through the beginning of this recording once. We're going to do the trick I just explained to you. You're going to take your phone and record yourself responding to me. But at the same time you start recording yourself, you're going to start this recording over from the beginning. Watch through again, knowing what's going on, and recording yourself replying to me, and it'll be like a real conversation. I'll be confused - obviously you just saw me being confused - because I expected Sarah Jane to be on the tape instead of someone I've never seen before."
"Right - don't worry about getting your recording to me yet, we'll work that out after we deal with the Weeping Angel. Once I say go, just hit the play/pause button, second from the left on the bottom of the display screen, then hit the leftmost button twice, then the second button again. That'll start the whole recording over. And make sure your phone's recording you once you hit play again. Got it?"
"I can't actually see you, this is an ordinary recording. But there's a trick for when two people at different points of time need to communicate in real time. I've got a recording of you that I got earlier in my timeline, and now you've got a recording of me, that you're watching on the TARDIS's display screen. How this works is, I watch the recording I have of you while I'm making the recording you have of me, and I reply to everything you say to me. Then the recording I make has my side of the conversation, and I do some time nonsense to get that recording to you before we have this conversation. Then you do the same thing I did the other way around - watch the recording of me, make the recording of you replying to me, then sometime later do your own time nonsense to get the recording to me before I talk to you."
"What you just watched, up until I started - talking to you properly - was my side of a conversation with you. But it's my side of a conversation I have with you after you've already watched through the beginning of this recording once. We're going to do the trick I just explained to you. You're going to take your phone and record yourself responding to me. But at the same time you start recording yourself, you're going to start this recording over from the beginning. Watch through again, knowing what's going on, and recording yourself replying to me, and it'll be like a real conversation. I'll be confused - obviously you just saw me being confused - because I expected Sarah Jane to be on the tape instead of someone I've never seen before."
"Right - don't worry about getting your recording to me yet, we'll work that out after we deal with the Weeping Angel. Once I say go, just hit the play/pause button, second from the left on the bottom of the display screen, then hit the leftmost button twice, then the second button again. That'll start the whole recording over. And make sure your phone's recording you once you hit play again. Got it?"
"You've got - a time machine and-or spaceship I guess, that was stolen by a Weeping Angel. Weeping Angels can't usually move if someone's looking at them but this one wrapped itself in blankets and wore a mask so we couldn't see its skin. Your time machine was - just kinda sitting around in an alley? before the Angel lugged it away into this abandoned auto shop. It was on a forklift, I guess that's how the Angel got it here. I poked around and found it, the Weeping Angel chased me away, I met Sarah Jane, I got the TARDIS open while she distracted the angel, and the Angel - uh, disappeared her - and your robot dog got out of the TARDIS and paralyzed the angel. He's still keeping it locked down now. ...Also I guess you're somewhere else in time even though your time machine's still here."
"But then why don't they all do that? They're so fast the blankets would've never stayed in place. Then why'd it work this time, why wasn't this angel moving that fast? - ohhh because it's so weak, it's starving, that's why it was only able to send me back a year - you said Sarah Jane fought it, it was moving like a person? Under the blankets?"
"A Weeping Angel's a weapon, an instrument of kidnapping. There was a war, a long time ago, a war between time travelers, and Weeping Angels were one of the weapons used in that war. An Angel gets its hands on its target and sends it back in time, far back in time, dozens or even hundreds of years, and the people who deployed it go back as well to the same time and place and pick up the victim. Then they send a signal to their past selves in the future, let them know the mission's going to be successful so they know to deploy the Angel. This one must've got caught by some other kind of weapon, something that flings its target through time and space - and it wound up on Earth for some reason. But Weeping Angels eat TARDISes, and this one didn't have anything to eat. It must have been hiding out for who knows how long, getting hungrier and weaker until I came along. It must've recognized my TARDIS and sent me back to get me out of the way, then carted it off. If you saw it in the alley then you saw it while I was still around, we just missed each other. But I had the only key, the only one that wasn't locked inside it anyway. I sent a package to Sarah Jane, she's an old friend of mine, with the key and a letter explaining what was going on, and the disc that was supposed to be her side of the conversation we're having now. Actually I just sent it off, she doesn't get it for at least a few days, maybe a few weeks, from my perspective. Overseas shipping."
"If I had tried to wait out the year, then I could've run into someone else the Angel sent back in time after it sent me back in time, and they might've given me information about what happens in the future. For the future to be determined by your actions, your actions have to not have been determined by that future - otherwise it's just an arbitrary future determining itself, with you as an intermediary. And if you know the future, you can't stop that knowledge from affecting your actions. Whether you try to stop it or try to bring it about, you're doing it because you know what's coming. So if I want to make sure the TARDIS is safe from the Angel, I have to take actions that cause its safety while minimizing the chance of getting advance knowledge of what happens to it."
"Well, I've already done all that. I didn't watch this tape myself until I'd already done everything I reasonably could to affect the events this tape would tell me. I've kept my actions in the past and the information I get from the future in the right relative order. From Sarah Jane's perspective, I make the plan, give Sarah Jane my instructions, she executes the plan, it goes however it goes, then she reports back to me by watching her tape. From my perspective, I make the plan, set the plan in motion, I watch my tape and learn what happens in the future. I lose the ability to affect the plan, but I already affected the plan before I learned its outcome. So the Sarah Jane who already executed phase one is talking to the me who can't affect phase one any more, but we share the ability to influence what happens in phase two. (Obviously it's you who's reporting back not Sarah Jane, but it sounds like if she were on her own she wouldn't have gotten the TARDIS open at all, so that worked out all right.)"
" - Sarah Jane could, maybe. Except she didn't pack for that long a trip - and she's not exactly in the country legally, that could get dodgy - and she's technically using someone else's legal identity as long as she's displaced backwards in time. And if she runs into the Angel between when it shows up on Earth and when past-her and you and K9 beat it, then past-Angel could send her back again even farther."
"It still could've hurt her, though, before it sent her back - don't know why it wouldn't have done me, unless it thought it could send me back farther until it tried - but either way it knows now that it can't send people back far enough to get rid of them properly, so it's trying to injure them before it sends them back, so they die in the past."
"...and if we run with the assumption that it thought it could send me back a few hundred years, but only found out after it did that it could only send people back a year or less - first thing it does is canvas the area, see if anyone it sends back in the future hangs around to cause trouble for it later - and if it doesn't find anyone, it gets to decide what that means, and it decides to try to make the reason that happened that anyone else gets killed first."
"Hold on I'm barely following you - you're saying that first it sees you, it tries to send you back far enough that even if you wanted to wait out the displacement you couldn't, but it finds out it can only send you back a year. And it thinks, well, anyone else I send back could easily wait out the year, I better check around on the assumption that you or one of my other victims is waiting around to try to... get back at me, or stop me from doing it again. Or maybe they don't understand time travel and think they can stop me from doing it in the first place. Or whatever. One way or another someone I send back, in the future, could run into me now in my present before I send them back. So it tries to do some detective work at that time, after it sends you back, to see if anyone it will send back in its future is hiding around there somewhere. And either it doesn't find anyone, in which case - now it's free to decide why it doesn't find anyone?"
"It has evidence from its future suggesting that it doesn't send anyone back in the future that successfully hides out nearby until it could find their hiding place. It can see that and think, one reason I wouldn't find anyone I sent back in time is because no one I sent back survived that long, because I killed them. And it can decide, based on that, to lethally injure anyone who comes after it before it sends them back."
"Right. Or it can search around and find someone in which case it probably kills them. And even if it finds one person it can still have that idea about other people - so either it didn't see Sarah Jane waiting out the three months in the past and so it injured her before it sent her back, or else it did find her and they fought again. In her future and its past."
"And it already beat her once," he says darkly. "So if Sarah Jane meets the angel a second time in the past, it probably injures or kills her and sends her farther back, and if we avert that by rescuing her after the first time it sends her back, then it doesn't see her again and tries to kill her the first time they fight. So either way we can't stop the Angel from doing something to hurt her."
"I think. I've been... talking to her. We sort of - I sort of - connected with her, or something, when I first found her in the alleyway. And... she might've gotten my attention when I first came into the abandoned auto shop. And I apologized to her for running away and I think she accepted my apology, and I asked to use her DVD player - because she'd told me not to touch any of the controls - and I think she said yes."
He scratches his stubble contemplatively. "It's better than not, but it won't get you all the way there. ...Her navigation doesn't work very well, and some of that's her navigation actually not working very well and some of it is her having her own opinions and nudging us where we need to go, sometimes. She can't properly fly herself but she might be able to help. It's hard, though, for TARDISes to think or act like that. I think that's why they have pilots."
"...There is a sort of - thing - you could do, though. It's called the Catalax maneuver. Relatively simple, hit a few buttons and pull a few levers in the right order, not too bad if you muck it up. You'll sort of - skid, a few months backward in time, if you do it right. Problem one is that's not enough time to get back to me, you'd have to hope Sarah Jane wound up inside the Catalax window. And problem two is that it's not good for the TARDIS. She'd be laid up for a few days at least before she could make another trip. Which isn't too bad tactically speaking - assuming the repair shop is still abandoned a few months ago, you can just shoo people away, and you'd probably have to wait a little while for Sarah Jane to show up anyway if you're aiming to show up before she does. But it's not something I like to ask of her."
He sighs, leans on the console. "Is there - anything else? ...I bet this wouldn't work but it seems like we should be able to, like... like what if we said, okay we'll have you from the future come rescue you from the past, and the first thing you do once you're rescued is become you from the future and go rescue your past self, right? That's - self-consistent or self-stable or whatever it's called, when a time loop isn't a paradox?"
"It'd be self-consistent if it happened but there's no way for us to cause it to happen. I can cause you to show up from the future with my TARDIS by sending you this message, which I don't need a TARDIS to do. The causal chain starts from a decision I make, and an action I take, outside the time loop. If my future self came back from the future and gave me the tools I needed to go back and rescue myself, if you tried to follow the chain of causality, you'd find it going in a circle. Nothing my past self, my rescued self, did from outside the time loop would cause it to happen. Which means that I can't do anything to implement that plan, since my future self hasn't come back to rescue me. If he did, it wouldn't be because of actions I took to make it happen, it'd just be once-in-a-universe blind luck."
There's two concentric circular catwalks, circumscribing the TARDIS's command console; one just up against it, for standing on while you fly it, and one separated from it by space and railings, connected by a few pathways with little three-step stairways. He moves to the outer catwalk and - walks. Slowly, in a circle around the console.
It's all spinning in his head, the past day. It probably hasn't even been an hour, since he met Sarah Jane, and in that time he's run for his life and pressed her for answers and help her unlock the TARDIS, and defeated a Weeping Angel, and met another stranger and talked to him across time, crammed his head full of a new alien time-travel logic. And everything about the mysterious blue box that's dogged his thoughts - it's a person, it's a spaceship, it's bigger on the inside, it knows him and it's been talking to him and it likes him, it's a she, should he be calling her it if she's a person? The man who called himself the Doctor called her an it, but he also called it a her. And it's his friend, and the only way it's safe for him to fly her back to Sarah Jane is to hurt her.
It's so much.
And yet he doesn't want to cry, not really, which is insane in itself because when doesn't he cry. The world's gone insane around him - or maybe he's gone insane, maybe he's just huddled in that alley hallucinating all of this - and it could just be an adrenalin high, but he feels like - even as it whirls in his head, even as he lets it whirl in his head and just walks, in a circle, around the console - he feels like he's getting a grip on it. Everything else can fall away, it doesn't matter what happens except in the next five or ten or thirty minutes. He's focused in, on this.
"I've been talking to - the Doctor. I don't know how much of the conversation you were following. Or if you could."
"The gist of it is - he and Sarah Jane are both stuck back in time. Sarah Jane is hurt, so he wants to travel back and make sure she's okay; and he thinks it's dangerous for him to stick around in one place for a year, without you around."
"So - he wants me to pilot you back in time, to pick him up or to pick up Sarah Jane. But - I don't think it'd be safe for me to really fly you, and I don't think he does either - so he suggested something else, something called a Catalax maneuver, which would be easy for me but I guess hard or painful or - unpleasant - for you."
The plan develops:
The Doctor is going to leave his video camera and his recording of Bryce in the auto shop for Sarah Jane to find. If the recording continues after the Doctor shuts off the camera, Sarah Jane will tell Bryce as much as she knows about how far back she was sent, and walk him through how to perform a Catalax maneuver that will land him as close as possible to her, without making her wait. If the recording ends, Bryce is just going to go as far back as he possibly can - the Doctor walks him through how to do so, in advance - and wait for her to show up.
The TARDIS has a levitating stretcher in storage which the Doctor tells Bryce how to find, and a first aid kit which will help make sure it's safe for him to get her on it, even on his own, if she's too hurt to move. He also gives Bryce directions to one of the bedrooms and one of the kitchens, in case Sarah Jane can't do it herself.
K9 agrees to stay behind and wait for the TARDIS to return, on condition that if something happens that prevents them from coming back promptly, whoever can gets out of town and goes into hiding, then meets back up with him just after the moment the TARDIS disappears, so he's not in danger of being found by curious humans and taken apart.
Nod. "Now, for a Catalax maneuver the thing to do is set the coordinates for a time jump about twice as far back as you want to go, to start with. I've had a look on my phone, and according to Google it's about seven months ago, so you'll set it for fourteen months back. The trouble is, they're not in Earth units..."
"...if you stand at the six o'clock terminal, you should be able to see two levers on the terminal to your left, and a sort of pole or plunger to your right, that you can pull out and turn and push in. Don't do anything with it yet. The leftmost lever starts the journey; the lever to its right is the handbrake. The plunger is the boost control. Pull the leftmost lever, wait for the pillar in the center to light up and start moving. You'll hear a warbley sound and the floor will probably shake, that's normal. Pull out the plunger, turn it a quarter turn to the right, then push it in as hard as you can while you swipe the handbrake at the same moment. If you do it right there'll be an absolutely ghastly noise and all the lights will go off for a second, then there'll be an alarm. Hit the button on the ten o'clock terminal I showed you before to override that alarm."
"Two - "
He pulls out the plunger. He doesn't love how shaky the floor still is but he can handle it.
"Three - "
Quarter turn, and it chunks into place, ready to be pushed in. He leans over and reaches, awkwardly, to put his left hand on the brake while his right hand is still on the plunger.
" - and four - "
Right hand pushes left hand pulls and he screws up his eyes in sudden anticipation -
The room lights up in pulsing red, and a whooping klaxon sounds off, and now the floor isn't just shaking but positively rattling. He clutches the terminal with one hand and awkwardly hits the play button on the screen and his phone with the other. "Is this the right alarm??"
That had pretty much been his plan! Trying to move right now sounds like a really bad idea! The sound of the alarm mixed with the horrible wrenching-metal noise of the TARDIS doing something it seems like it's really not supposed to be doing is also super extremely not fun by the way!
The door to the TARDIS creeeaaaks open.
It's night, which it wasn't when they left, so that's probably a good sign. Come to think of it it looked pretty dark in Sarah Jane's video.
He's pretty sure the TARDIS is in the same spot it was when they left, just seven or so months earlier. There's the red door, connecting the garage to the reception area.
He walks toward it.
As he opens that door, he sees -
Sarah Jane, sitting on the floor, face illuminated by the faint bluish light of a little portable video player, on whose screen her eyes are fixed.
And he hears his own voice, tinny from the recording, coming from it.
"...see if Sarah Jane's outside. You don't have to say anything, just keeping you in the loop."
He turns red.
He heads off: down the spiral stairs at the back of the TARDIS, two doors down, then down the hall second door on the right. The hallway is similar in style to the control room, curved pillar-accents and orange light and grated floors, but the bedroom he's led to is surprisingly normal. Almost like a hotel room, with carpeted floors and ordinary-looking drywall and a cozy double bed. Pleasantly chilly, too, which he likes for sleeping. He strips off his clothes and burrows under the covers. Zzz.
There is a palpable difference, once he steps out of the aggressively-ordinary bedroom back into the aggressively-TARDISy hallway, that he doesn't think he can put down to just the wildly different interior design sensibilities. It's like...
Oh - he looks at the ceiling and smiles and says, "Are you not... around? Present? In the bedrooms?"
It's not hard to find! Like many rooms in the TARDIS, it's located in the interior of its own big incandescent-orange globe, like the dome over the control room, with platforms and walkways suspended inside. In particular there are three, connected by grated catwalks. One's full of cupboards and shelves and pantries and miniature refrigerators and one full-size refrigerator; one has a ring of counters, sinks, and eclectic cooking surfaces; and one is surrounded by big silvery vats of unknown provenance.
He's just. Gonna feel wierdly in limbo for the next few days, while the TARDIS heals up, huh. And then Sarah Jane's gonna fly back and pick up the Doctor, and the Doctor's gonna fly forward and take care of the Angel, and then -
- well, and then this'll be over, presumably.
In a way it already is over, for him, he doesn't really have anything else to contribute. He's just stuck here because the logic puzzle of getting him and the TARDIS and the Doctor and Sarah Jane all in one place demanded that he be along for this part of the ride. He's - kinda dead weight, at this point.
See if there were something wrong with him in a way that made him sympathetic he'd keep lying in bed being useless and staring vacantly at the wall, but instead something is wrong with him in a way that makes him pathetic and absurd, so he's gonna put his depressive episode on pause so he can get up and charge his phone.
Okay apparently he is gonna keep lying in bed being useless and staring vacantly at the wall, for at least a few minutes. But not long enough to not make it kind of stupid that he's getting up and charging his phone, in his opinion.
An interesting new thing is happening to him whenever he wakes up. For a second or two he doesn't remember all of the completely apeshit things that have happened to him over the past few subjective days - he'll lie in bed for a few moments with a feeling of lightness, like his body's expecting something to be weighing on him but his mind hasn't gotten into gear enough to obsess about it yet. Then his heart will skip a beat when he remembers that he got sent seven months backward in time, and is stranded in the past but for the kindness of a magic telephone booth that he communicates with telepathically.
It's a lot.
But if he's honest with himself that's not even the heaviest part. The thing that's really worrying him is that, once he gets back to his own time, he doesn't have a job or anything waiting for him. He's got however much time it takes the TARDIS to heal up, and however much time it takes the Doctor to get around to dropping him off, before or after he deals with the angel, and then - that's it. He'll be back in the city, in his shitty apartment, with no prospects for not dying on the street in a few weeks.
Gosh, look at this enormous bank of buttons and dials and readouts and displays and little computer screens. He can maybe make out references to environmental conditions inside the vat, and to different types of substances? chemicals? the vat is supposed to be drawing in from somewhere. But nowhere near enough to understand exactly what they'd be doing.
He will have seen some of this stuff already when he was making himself breakfast. Plastic tubs of alien grains and alien cereals and alien white powders, looking just a little off to the left of rice or flour or oats. Aluminum cans labeled with pictures of unrecognizable fruits and vegetables - something light blue with stubby wiggly little tentacles, something blood-red in clusters of differently-sized little balls like mutant raspberries, something blue and long and narrow and kind of stringy-looking. Something that might not be a vegetable at all but actually some kind of edible pillbug. Glass jars of unknowable pastes and preserves. A resealable plastic bag, half empty, of something called "chimera jerky."
He tries a yellow-orange berry.
Yep that's an alien berry! Tastes kind of - summery? Is that anything? Bryce doesn't know how to talk about food which is probably weird for someone who likes to cook. Oh well.
Hopefully this stuff isn't toxic to humans. Would the Doctor store it next to human food if it was? Seems like a contamination risk. Would it taste good if it was poisonous? Maybe, he thinks antifreeze is supposed to be tasty. Whatever, worst case scenario is he dies, which is gonna happen anyway.