Foreman didn't want to make eye contact with another soul in the TARDIS. He knew that would be entirely impossible with how their normal schedules played out, but he still hoped. He knew they'd all "talked it out," but it appeared that "talking it out" wouldn't be enough to make all turn out well.

The Doctor hated him. Even if the Time Lord wouldn't say such words aloud, Foreman was certain it was true. And, to a certain degree, Susan hated him too. Now, it was less of a problem with Susan because her hatred stemmed from a more managable place. She couldn't help such a feeling.

That didn't make Foreman feel any better about himself, however. As much as her hatred was subdued, the fact that it existed at all was more than enough to bother him. He could feel all the ways he managed to disappoint his daughter. He knew that he hadn't been a good father despite being so desperate to be just that. It needed to cease immediately.

Foreman would have to keep his head down if he wished to keep himself out of any other affairs within the TARDIS. He knew there was quite a chance that he would end up getting yanked into the situations anyways, but that didn't stop him from hoping he would be able to avoid them.

Perhaps if he continued to avoid everyone's eyes, he might be able to get by. There was no need for him to speak most of the time. Why should he be forced into speaking now that no one wanted to hear his voice? As far as he could tell, it was an utter waste of time and effort to even attempt to raise up his own ideas.

But Foreman couldn't live within the TARDIS just standing about and hoping he would end up ignored at the end of everything. There were only three people about, four if the TARDIS's manifestation counted despite only being seen by Susan. He might try to avoid where everyone could see, but at the end of the day he couldn't avoid it all entirely.

So, instead of trying to duck down and make sure he disappeared off of the radar, he ended up just striding into the control room. There was nothing he could do to help himself at this point in time. As far as he could see, there was no point to him attempting to do this or that. Most of it would end up in vain. Enough of his efforts had ended up in vain for him to allow it to happen again.

Of course, such an entrance made both his father-in-law and his daughter take notice of him immediately. The promise of an upcoming conversation hung the air, although no one was sure who was meant to speak first. Instead, all ended up standing there for several strange moments, no one quite sure how to articulate their thoughts.

But before long such a silence became rather irritating. It was certainly enough to rile up the Doctor, who ended up breaking the silence.

"Look at the three of us, and what a mess we've managed to get ourselves into," the Doctor exclaimed.

"What do you mean, Grandfather?" Susan asked. "Certainly things are far from perfect here within the TARDIS, but I wouldn't say this is a mess...I can't see all of this would be a mess..."

"Then perhaps I should explain this concept at a later time," the Doctor decided on the spot, leaving Foreman and his daughter to stare at one another in an attempt to decipher what they had just heard.

"That isn't fair, Doctor, you have to explain something of it," Foreman pressed.

"I don't have to explain anything, Foreman. I am not required to explain my thoughts, especially not if you are not ready to receive them."

These words, at least to Foreman, appeared to be a form of aggression. Maybe he was interpreting them incorrectly, but at the same time it seemed rather clear that the Doctor was attempting to insult Foreman. It wouldn't be the first time such a thing had occurred, after all - neither man seemed to get along with the other no matter what they needed to do.

But Foreman allowed himself a little longer to determine if such an idea was actually correct or if he was just making up a conflict which didn't truly exist. It became clear to him that the former was true.

Foreman grumbled to himself for a moment, as if such a display might actually helping him gain any further ground. But, of course, all it did was create a more negative atmosphere within the air. He didn't actively try to do such a thing, of course, but it ended up happening regardless.

And there seemed to be no true ceasefire to this particular conflict. It continued to press onwards, too motivated to ever be stopped within its tracks. No matter what anyone in the TARDIS did, these particular feelings would never really dissipate. The air would remain thick with anger.

It was quite simple, really - the Doctor almost thought that the other two within the TARDIS should've deciphered his personal ideas themselves. However, they were too blinded by their own ambition to sense what was truly going on...and that was precisely the reason why the trio was pulling itself apar at the seams.

Foreman, though he had apologised about his actions in doing so, grasped his way towards getting the Songs back into his life. He would do anything it took in order to get them back into his life even though it would inevitably be entirely in vain when all was said and done. There was no way to stop him, not at this point in time. It simply wouldn't happen.

And Susan, of course, was attached to the TARDIS more than she could ever be attached to Gallifrey. The TARDIS was a part of her family, something far more tangible than the promise of orange skies. With the TARDIS, she didn't have to struggle and fight her way back to anything.

It was so simple to think of it in such a manner - each person in the TARDIS caught themselves within their own desires, their own beliefs, their own points of view. It only made sense to push in the way one wanted, and therefore no one could blame one another. However, it only managed to cause conflict.

Despite the original intention of the group forming, the main focus was no longer on finding on Gallifrey. It was limping forwards, trying to find a way to solve the numerous problems which popped up among everyone as they tried to speak their minds. The goal had seemed so clear at first, but it gotten muddled along each person's personal idea of what should happen.

Foreman knew everyone was at least somewhat at fault, but he couldn't help but feel his efforts to push towards Brook had ended up being the most detrimental for the entire group. The other two had looked on him with anger after he'd more or less assaulted the TARDIS in his efforts to move his own ideas onwards.

How was anything supposed to move forward, though, when everyone in the TARDIS was stuck with their thoughts of the past? It was a matter that no one wished to admit had come into play, of course. No one wanted to mark themselves as the people who ended up holding everything back. No one wanted to be the one who ruined the journey to find Gallifrey.

And that, of course, was the problem itself. No single person had ruined it, as it had been pushed forward by everyone within the TARDIS. Each one contributed to the blame, each one did their own part to end up allowing it all to fall apart. As everyone was looking to give blame, no one would take it. With that, things could not stay together.

But, at least for a little while longer, the group would continue pretending that nothing was amiss. The search for Gallifrey would continue even though it had already halted long ago. Perhaps something would be found, perhaps not. It was impossible to tell what exactly was occurring when it came down to it. No matter what, they were not in a good spot.

Maybe they would just keep searching until something did go right. Things couldn't go entirely amiss for so much longer, could they? It didn't seem possible.

"Where are we going now, Grandfather?" Susan asked.

"I thought the TARDIS might have already told you the answer to that," the Doctor said. Despite claiming he had moved past his problems with knowing the closeness between his granddaughter and the blue box, his true feelings did tend to leak out from time to time. He meant no harm by this, of course - he just couldn't manage to avoid such a matter.

"No, she has not," Susan said. "Perhaps it's because she doesn't know where she's going quite yet herself. You wouldn't mind telling me such a thing if that was the case?"

"Well, Susan, I am not quite sure myself where we're heading. That is, I have managed to track down another trace of leftover regeneration energy. Perhaps it will be as useless as the last one, perhaps not."

"Regeneration energy does seem like quite a good lead," Susan replied. "Yes, it did lead us nowhere last time...but perhaps that was just a fluke. There's always a chance that things just didn't go quite right."

"Things never go quite right," the Doctor said. "And that doesn't give me much more faith for the rest of whatever may happen, but never mind that. We might as well go there."

"Do you know where this regeneration energy is?" Foreman asked.

"Unfortunately, no - the TARDIS is putting all of her energy into tracking down the energy and she cannot display where the trace currently is," the Doctor replied. "I wish I knew where we heading off to, but I am just as clueless as either of you. Unless, of course..."

"Unless what?" Foreman asked, not satisified with letting the Doctor's voice simply fade away as he stood there. This was something which truly mattered to him.

"Unless the TARDIS has told Susan where we're going, somehow," the Doctor replied, letting out a dry chuckle. "I didn't think you would be so interested in finding out so much about where we were heading off to. I can't say I'm disappointed about it, however. There's nothing wrong with a surprise here and there."

"I just..." said Foreman, beginning to retaliate. However, he knew that trying to butt heads with the Doctor was a foolish idea. He wouldn't be defending himself, as there wasn't much to defend himself about. The Doctor hadn't attempted to make fun of him. Foreman had just taken his words in such a manner.

But Foreman couldn't help but wish he could find out, once and for all, where the TARDIS was heading to. He had his own ideas, but he didn't know if any of them were true. For all he knew, he had managed to make up some silly fantasy in his head.

Foreman knew there were most likely traces of regeneration energy on Brook's planet. Though it was highly unlikely that their destination lay there, he couldn't help wondering if such a matter might end up coming true for him. He wished to go back no matter what, and even the slightest possiblity that he might end up within those rooms again pleased him immensely.

But he didn't dare express his desire out loud - he might end up getting another lecture about how he wasn't supposed to be thinking of such things. Brook was a distraction, not a path that would end up bringing them to Gallifrey.

(Foreman found this idea rather foolish - Brook had ended up getting back to Gallifrey time and time again. Surely there was something of her ideas left within her former home. Perhaps the Doctor didn't want to think about his daughter again, however...)

And there wasn't anything he could besides thinking bitterly to himself. He wanted nothing more than to have Brook once again, but it was impossible. Now even vestiges of her ended up bringing him to his knees...and, of course, he'd made quite a few problems trying to grasp at her once again.

Yes, the Doctor was correct. There was quite a mess within the TARDIS, one that could not be solved by anything that had been occurring as of late. No, Foreman would just continue to destroy the entire situation even further by his actions. But did that mean that everyone simply had to surrender to the Doctor and whatever he might assume to be the best idea for all?

Foreman wouldn't have thought of the Doctor as any kind of dictator before he began traveling around in the TARDIS with him. Perhaps such a sentiment wouldn't be apparent if it wasn't for the current (rather grumpy!) regeneration the Doctor was in. But that was not what Foreman worried about - why couldn't he just get along with the Doctor? Why couldn't they ever find peace?

Of course, one of things that had led to the most conflict was Brook. Without Brook, so many of the problems Foreman had gotten tossed into would not have occurred. Foreman had managed to cause more problems for himself just because of his love for his wife. He clung on to the hope that he would be able to see her just once more so tightly that he ended up managing to hurt himself and many others in the process. He didn't desire that at all. It just happened that way.

Why would anyone wish to have problems occur? Sometimes Foreman thought that the Doctor believed him to be someone who thrived off of chaos. In reality, Foreman wished he could find a way to put his feet down. He didn't want to continue pushing onwards, knowing that there would be a point when everything fell completely apart. No one wanted that.

Still, Foreman had been quite the source of chaos in the past. Given his track record, it didn't seem silly to think that he might've ended up causing some of the strain to begin with. In fact, it only made sense.

Regardless of what Foreman had did and would do, there would be all sorts of problems in the TARDIS. There were three Time Lords within the TARDIS, three goals in the TARDIS, three ways that the TARDIS was being pulled all at once. Foreman was just one of those three, and there wasn't anything he could do to change anything for the others. No, he would just have to be content with how things were at the moment.

Wasn't there anything else he could do? Couldn't something work out well, just for once?