Its dark in the Tardis and Rose is groping blindly for the door. Its silent, save for her panicked breaths. There has to be a door here but the Tardis must have removed it. She can’t escape and the panic almost overtakes her. In her mind she feels a tingle and a gentle laugh. He’s getting closer, but he’s taking his time, stalking her. He can see
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