The Doctor on the other hand, was not a happy man. A busy man? Perhaps, but a happy one? No. Not happy. The patients condition was stable, but the improvement which he'd hoped for upon the installation of the last part of his machine (Designed to re-oxygenate her blood at an accelerated pace, hoping to invigorate the patient at a swifter pace.) simply hadn't materialized in her.

The failure had dispirited him, but not so much as to cause him to surrender all hope yet. So onwards and upwards, on to the next breakthrough, eventually he'd find the key, he'd make the right discovery... he'd repair her...

But for that to happen, he must continue his work. So he walked briskly through the market, intently approaching the engineers stall at the far end of the streets. If he noticed the fugitive, he gave no sign of it.