Michelle set the book she was reading down, her thoughts so congested within her mind that reading technical terms and phrases became suddenly very difficult. She simply couldn’t concentrate. Between wondering how Custy was doing and thinking of some way to stop whatever it was the Doctor had been planning, it was simply impossible.
It had been a few days since her outing with Custy, and Tenth was hardly talking. She couldn’t tell if he was angry with her or too busy with that contraption. But what was that stupid thing!? What did it even do? It was never any help asking him directly, as he always managed to somehow steer the subject to something else.
She was in the library for a very specific reason. Not just to kill time, but to try and see if she could find something similar to the device in one of the books. So far, no luck. It was probably something of his own design, something she wouldn’t be able to find in a thousand books..
Michelle still avoided her room, and wondered if there’d ever come a time when she’d be able to go back in there with any amount of comfort… Probably not. How could she ever sleep in that room with a sound mind again? It just seemed completely improbable…
With a small sigh, she picked the book back up, and continued where she’d left off.