The Doctor was looking around when he stepped out of the shower. He grabbed his towel and gets dry. He sighed and gets changed and then lays on his bed. He was bored as well.He knew she wasn't going to let him do much, he just curled up in his blankets and rubbed his ankle. He really wished he had been more careful. He leaned back and closed his eyes.
Clutching his blankets he cried a little more thinking of his past companions. He didn't think Avery would want to stay. She seemed to hate time lords, loneliness was making him miserable. He didn't think she would hear him cry. 
Being without anybody was becoming too hard, He knew he had been friendly towards her, but he knew she was not keen on time lords.