The Doctor paced around the console room, trying to think. Signs of forced entry? She should have looked for that while she was out there, but she was incensed -- and her hearts leaden with worry -- that someone had taken her Evelyn.

"Get yer head togetha, Doctor," she softly chided herself as she rushed out of the TARDIS. The Doctor darted around inside Evelyn's home and checked all of the doors and windows. None showed signs of forced entry, so Evelyn was clearly taken by someone -- or someones -- she knew. To be doubly sure, she scanned with her sonic in and around each door and window, her tool buzzing and the violet light blinking as it took in readings. After each scan she peered at it, confirming that none of them had been opened in two weeks, and no signs of stress were present.

So...this left the Doctor with one idea of who'd likely taken her. She knew Evelyn did not have an easy relationship with her parents, so they immediately rose to number one on her list of suspects. The most logical thing to do...would be to go to her parents' home and spy on them. To see where they came and went...and if it led to Evelyn's whereabouts at all.

Dashing back into her TARDIS, she bounded around the console rapidly, setting the coordinates and moving through the takeoff sequence as quickly as she could, not unlike her mannerisms from her tenth or eleventh selves (well, more properly, her eleventh or twelfth selves -- the number order of her incarnations was a bit wonky what with Granddad usually not calling himself the Doctor).

"Evelyn...I will find ye," she declared as she curled her long brown fingers around the takeoff lever "I promise!"

And as the last word left her lips, she yanked the takeoff lever down and sent the TARDIS into a wild lurching dance into the Vortex.