[The Doctor makes his way through the hallway. Finding the doors locked. Not just locked. Dead-locked sealed. Even his sonic can't open them. What's the point of having lots of doors, if you can't open them? Continuing to check each one along the way. This is a trap. But what sort of trap? Someone or something wants him to go to a very particular spot. Of course, noting the pictures along the way. Wondering if they're made up or really related to those here.
There's a long pause. When The Doctor's eyes fall upon the picture of his mother, father, and siblings. All dressed in different colored gowns. Wasn't a picture that was actually taken, of course. More along the lines of Time Lord art. A moment turned into a picture.
The Doctor finally finds the door that is open and can feel - something. Cautiously opens the door. And knowing this place prepares and withdraws his emotion. Given the blood on the floor. He's glad he did.
Ten proceeds to lick the blood on the wall. And can't place it. It sort of tastes like the blood from October.
Dont touch that dial
There's a long pause. When The Doctor's eyes fall upon the picture of his mother, father, and siblings. All dressed in different colored gowns. Wasn't a picture that was actually taken, of course. More along the lines of Time Lord art. A moment turned into a picture.
The Doctor finally finds the door that is open and can feel - something. Cautiously opens the door. And knowing this place prepares and withdraws his emotion. Given the blood on the floor. He's glad he did.
Ten proceeds to lick the blood on the wall. And can't place it. It sort of tastes like the blood from October.
Then in a rude and not ginger voice remarks.]
Sorry, was that suppose to be a funny thing?