If Adrian had thought about it, his reaction to being locked in the box would have fit in a cheesy romance novel. But how many cheesy romance novels involved spaceships that looked like blue boxes? It was a few hours before Adrian stopped pounding on the doors. He stopped partly because something in his head was telling him how pointless it was, but mostly because he had a severe headache. The ache was making his hands numb and he knew exactly how little sense that made. Perhaps it was just the pounding that made his hands numb and the headache was stopping his thought processes.
He wasn't sure and was currently too tired to care.

Adrian turned around to look at the console room again, he didn't think that there were many novels in general that had anything like what he was looking at in them. In keeping with his thoughts of being 'too tired to care' Adrian slid down the doors at his back till his bum hit the floor. He sat there for several seconds. It could have been minutes, or hours...or even days for all he cared or the room showed. The metal walls, supports, railing and (quite frankly) awful lighting didn't change with the time he spent sitting and staring into space.
"I'm not moping." He stated to no one in particular, he just felt like he had to say something. He felt as if the room was expecting him to say something, anything. He also felt as if someone was meant to be there, but not just that Cassie should have been with him, others had been in the console room. But those people hadn't been with him, they had been with the person he was trying to be, the one in his head who had left him to 'make a mark'. Something felt off about the situation, he just couldn't piece it together. For starters, he wasn't actually sure what 'situation' he was in. He'd just (apparently) been kidnapped by the one thing he had felt a link to from his past.

So much for making a mark.

For his denial, Adrian was moping, he wouldn't have admitted it to anyone else and certainly not Cassie. But he was getting close to admitting it to himself. He rubbed his head, there was a faint, but familiar, pulse of a headache letting him know of its presence. Adrian stood slowly and walked up to the console. None of the controls he saw made any sense to him, it looked like junk thrown together in such a way as to look like something from a science fiction story.
It certainly didn't look as if it worked though.

A soft cough made him pause, he stood straight from having been bent over the controls. Another cough made it clear to him that what ever was making the noise, was doing so on purpose, to get his attention. Adrian turned around slowly and felt his pulse quicken at what he saw. As his brain pulled itself back into gear from the shock, he corrected his earlier thought, he had two hearts, it was 'pulses' - plural, not singular. He could have slapped himself on the American line of thinking, he really could stay on one subject for long.

"That's shock, you'll get used to it." The bow tie wearing figure of the Eleventh Doctor explained helpfully. "You..." Adrian dumbly pointed at himself then the Doctor and back again. "Me? I'm not part of you, I can't read you mind, you'll have to be a little bit clearer." Adrian felt his mostly unspoken question had been answered, but it was the sort that led onto other questions.
"Who are you then? Why do you look like that?" Adrian watched as the Eleventh narrowed his eyes for a moment, as if to consider which question to answer first. "I was programmed by the Doctor, you, but in your Eleventh incarnation." The figure flickered and Adrian blinked in realisation. "Programmed...you're not really here..." The hologram shrugged. "I am here to some extent, I was originally supposed to be a way for you to speak to the TARDIS directly, but I wasn't completed." The image paused, watching Adrian, he realised it was actually gauging his reaction. "I am connected to the telepathic circuits and through them, to you. But I can't read your mind, even though...technically I am based and working off of part of it." 
"Which part?" It seemed like the next best question to Adrian.
"The part...rather 'parts' you aren't using. Old memories in particular." The hologram put his hands behind his back. "You can remember things...I mean...access them?" Adrian looked hopeful if slightly wary. "I was designed to access part of the TARDIS you couldn't, your mind is simply a reuse of still useful - though incomplete - programming." 

Adrian scratched the back of his hand in an absentminded way as he thought about the 'situation' as it now stood. "TARDIS..." Adrian began. "Time And Relative Dimension In Space." The hologram added helpfully. "Speak to the TARDIS you said, it's alive?" Adrian asked, somewhat disbelieving and the hologram frowned at him. "She." He corrected, as if it had been his ship referred to as 'it'. "And 'she' is called 'Sexy'." Adrian sputtered with laughter in reaction, the stress was either getting to him or his disbelief was turning to humour. Either way, he couldn't help the sudden burst of laughter.

Adrian laughed after a good few minutes of listening to his laugh echo through the room. It still sounded like a stranger's voice to him, but he was at least getting used to how it sounded whilst speaking. "I'm not sure which is funnier, the fact she was named that, or that I supposedly named her that." Adrian sniggered and wiped his eyes, it must have been the stress getting to him.
"You did, you're-"
"Can you fly her?" Adrian interrupted the hologram, who shook his head and the amnesiac's shoulders slumped. "I can show you how though." The image offered and stepped towards Adrian from where he had been standing next to the stairs leading to the catwalk. Adrian tensed as the hologram moved, not because he wasn't expecting it could do that, the image looked solid enough, but because of who he looked like. 

"Fear..." The image looked at Adrian, confused at his emotional (and so physical) reaction. The hologram blinked and flickered, he was thinking, but also accessing Adrian's / the Doctor's memories to find out why. "Oh...I see, the Enemy took this form even when you had this appearance." The image nodded in understanding. "But I can't change my appearance, I wasn't even supposed to look like anything. My 'sentience' is an effect of your split mind, otherwise I would have taken the appearance of what the TARDIS wished to look like, had I been completed."

Even with the hologram's words, Adrian still couldn't help but stand on the other side of the console as the image stepped up to the controls. "You realise that you'll have to do this? I can't actually make contact with anything, I said I can show you." The hologram's voice had turned (if only slightly) annoyed. Adrian wondered if that was in part due to him feeling foolish for backing off from what was essentially a three dimensional image. 

Adrian stepped forward, a very much forced movement if how slowly he did it was anything to go by. Nonetheless, the hologram took the hint and began point out the controls Adrian would need to use, as well as explain their functions. When it came to the point for Adrian to begin using them, the hologram moved around the console so the man could reach the controls without having to come too close. His hands just shook too much when he came near.

Adrian had failed at getting the machine to start when he remembered something. He was quite sure it was a 'Doctor Memory' because he had no idea where it had come from in his own mind. "I need to set the date." As he spoke he stepped around the console and reached for another control, then paused. The hologram watched and waited, a surprised yet pleased expression on his flickering face, at least until Adrian looked at him. "I don't know what to do with it." The had a nearly mirrored disappointed look as teacher explained to student how to set the date. Feeling generous, the hologram told him the date he had left.

"The month is jammed." Adrian snarled and pushed harder at the month controls. "Ah, no." The hologram snorted, he didn't look away when Adrian turned his glare on him, he just smirked. "She's not letting you go back to the start, at least she's making it clear." Adrian tried clicking the year but it only went back from where it was set to the one after when he had left Cassie. All Adrian really had free range on was the day, which he set to the first. All in all, the date was just about six months after he had left. 
"She's going to hate me." Adrian suddenly found himself complaining. "Oh don't mope." The hologram snapped, gaining another glare. "Six months isn't bad, better than several years...I know that's happened before." Adrian eyes widened slightly as he heard this, he turned back to the console without admitting that yes, six months could have been worse.

When the hologram led Adrian through another try at 'launch', the amnesiac followed a little closer. When the engines roared to life neither particularly cheered, even though it held the Eleventh's form, the Hologram did not share his personality to that degree.
The location had not been set for the vault in UNIT, rather it hadn't been set at all. Something which required Adrian to launch the TARDIS - again - when the error caused the engines to quiet again.

One of the few available locations came up in the screen, which was to say there was one. Adrian had no idea where Cassie lived but the location was in London. He had walked far enough to know that it didn't matter how far away the TARDIS landed, he wouldn't need any other transport than his legs to get there.
When Adrian did step out of the TARDIS however, he found himself on a familiar street. "Her house is near here...really near." Adrian muttered to himself, only for the hologram to peek his head out from the still open doors. "You realise that your clothes are too small and her house is on this street? You look like a homeless bum." Adrian turned and looked at him, excitement draining from his features as he understood the otherwise unspoken command to 'get back in and get dressed'.

Being led through the TARDIS meant he didn't get lost and waste more time. When it came to clothes the choice was relatively easy, loose plain white shirt over jeans, similar if less scruffy to the appearance of his last self. But the jacket was the problem, there was one made of leather but it was too big for him, it also smelled a little too old for how he felt. It looked as if the sad looking leather jacket had been through a war.

After nearly an hour, Adrian finally stepped out of the TARDIS into the midday sunshine. Though it could have been late afternoon for all he could tell, everything -felt- bright to him. All he had with him item wise was a version of the sonic screwdriver (as far as he could tell), the TARDIS key, a blank wallet and Doctor Taylor's access card. He wasn't sure how he had kept hold of the final item, he was petty certain the man wouldn't want it back (bent and shot as it was) but he felt the thought counted.
Adrian had been trying to use those thoughts to distract himself from hoping foot to foot as he stood outside Cassie's door. He wasn't sure whether to knock or ring the doorbell, he hadn't even remembered how the building was supposed to be riddled with bullet holes. Instead the man stood and stared, deciding and failing to come up with a way to just get her attention in the house. He settled on a few soft knocks on the wood with his knuckle, only for his hand to come away with some pain. Adrian hadn't realised that he had hit the wood a little harder than first intended, if only to succeed in making the 'soft knocks' audible.