The Doctor slept rather deeply, he was asleep for longer then he normally did but had nightmares as he slept and tears fell down his cheeks. He was curled up in his blankets. When he awoke he sighing and not feeling like getting out of bed. 
He wondered who wanted him dead. He could tell Avery didn't like him very much, He knew that was because of his kind. He wished he could make her see he was different now, even if he had been the one to end the war.