Not impossible...just a bit unlikely

[when the Sphere clicks on, it shows very little, actually, with the exception of the steel supports holding up the floor above. the Doctor certainly isn't visible from the Sphere's perspective. actually, the device is quite lost and only once he speaks is it able to hone in on his echoing voice, showing nothing more than a pale figure. the light in the maintenance bay is as dim and bad as he remembers, but thankfully, he can see pretty damn well in the dark.]

Hmmm, so this is as far as I can go, huh? [smirks to himself and heads back towards the stairwell leading back up to level 11.] Heh, good to know. At least there isn't another hole like the last time. [stops randomly, stooping over to pick up a piece of metal, the bolts still attached to the ends. he frowns, wondering what happened to the machine it once was a part of. or rather where that machine or ship is now. he shrugs and continues on his way, speaking again after a few minutes.]

Anyone else have a fortuitous conversation with Orion? Mine was...[opens the door to the stairwell, light spilling out and finally showing him to be completely naked--save for a rather snazzy pair of boxer-briefs with stars printed all over the dark blue fabric.]...rather illuminating. [still smirks, unaware of his state of undress. though, that smirk fades to a more serious expression as he begins to ascend the stairs.]

Still, he didn't blink an eye when I mentioned that the fact that I knew Ganymede was his father, or that yet again, not a single one of us is on the passenger manifest. [tightens his fists and smashes one down onto the railing as the door closes behind him, a loud clang resounding throughout the whole of the stairwell.] Obviously we wouldn't be on the passenger manifest, the idiot! And I just know he'll dick us around again like he did before! When it comes to saving a life, one shouldn't hesitate! Each life is precious and the more time wastes sitting comfortably in that damned ship of his, the more of a chance there'll be that everyone will just get hurt again! But no...he can't come himself...Ganymede'll just die again.

If I have to, I'll...[falls silent.]

[his fire burns low, partially from the rain and partially because he's neglected it even though he specifically lit it to make tea. instead, he's spent a good deal of time after the mysterious message played pacing back and forth in the rain--if the mud trail he's blazed in front of his shelter is anything to be judged--but he pays it no mind and doesn't care that his sphere is recording--not that he notices. he's too busy muttering to himself.]

What'd that voice mean about the locals? The way it was said...sounded like the frog hybrids aren't the only life around here. But...if they're not, where have the real locals been this entire time? [he runs a hand through his drenched hair, clearly disturbed by this]

No, no, no, we shouldn't stay around to find out. [glances to the sky] There must be a way to signal that ship! But they mentioned a potential danger...are we that danger? We shouldn't shoot anything at it then. Not even my sonic screwdriver, even if it wasn't damaged in that fall, will help this time; can't risk scaring them off or worse.

[he pauses, looking around him. he can see a handful of smouldering fires coming up from various places around the field and wherever else his fellow passengers have set up camp. this gives him an idea]

The fires...the fires! All we have to do is burn--no, no, hang on a mo'. The question is what should we burn? Shouldn't burn that awful, awful fruit [pulls a face, remembering their taste] because some people actually like them. And burning the nuts and the other food stuffs is unwise as well, and no burning the fore--

The flowers. Ohhhh, of course, stupid Doctor, why didn't you think of that sooner? Those cheeky little flowers gave off that green pollen before! Perhaps it'll even turn the smoke green too! [he dashes out towards the field, skidding and sliding in the mud, and unceremoniously plucks a handful of flowers out of the ground before running back to his camp.]

Here goes nothing! [tosses the flowers onto the fire]

[has just listened to the captain's latest announcement, and watches as the lights flicker and flash until the majority of them are out, including almost all of the ones where he stands on the observation deck. except for one near the entrance that dims occasionally, but holds onto its feeble light.]

[it's hard to see, but oddly, there's a smile on his face. as he speaks, one could possibly feel the venom in his words]

Captain Ganymede, you've just said the magic words. I won't allow you to harm anyone on this ship.

You've been warned.

Attention! Attention everyone in the Enviro-dome! Don't know about you, but Oliver here [points to the young man resting just out of view of the sphere] was just attacked by...something. I tried to reason with it, but it apparently wasn't interested in any kind of discussion.

Be careful, and watch for discrepancies in the snow fall. The creature won't be too far behind.

We do have some medical supplies, but I don't know how much.

Try to distract if you can, but don't attack it! We very well could be intruding on its lands and it's just being territorial.

And all of you on the outside...keep safe and out of harm's way. Stay in your rooms if you have to.

[sounds of his footsteps, pacing furiously back and forth. he goes on like this for several minutes, a glower on his face and doesn't realize that the Sphere has turned on.]

[mutters to himself]

He knows where she is!

Level nine, level nine...and my screwdriver won't get me there...

Then again, she might not even be on that level. He could be lying.

And level nine is awfully big, but so far, there don't seem to be many other passengers with space crafts, so she could be sitting out in the middle of an empty docking area.

[falls silent for a long moment, still pacing, still angry, with his arms folded over his chest]