By the time he stops long enough to be found, he's made his way to the Savernake Forest, leaving a haphazard trail of death in his wake. Bones, mostly, still smoking from recent artron activity, but occasionally scraps of clothing or drops of blood here and there. He kills indiscriminately-- men, women, children, dogs. Rats and birds. Whatever crosses his path and lingers stupidly long enough. He obviously hasn't made much of an effort to chase anything down. That's one thing in his favor, at least: he isn't being particularly malicious. Not yet.

Time Lords don't usually need the amount of regular sleep humans do. But the changes to his body, and having been half-starved for so long, have taken their toll on his endurance. Currently he's curled up at the base of a gnarled, ancient oak tree, napping fitfully.