This is wrong. This is wrong. That is the first thing Daine realizes, sharp and certain, before anything else sinks in.
She is surrounded by shelves and shelves of books, and it should be a comfort (how bad could a bunch of books be?), but it's not. A half-remembered labyrinth comes to mind, and she turns her head sharply, looking for… what? A coldfang? The Master? Something awful, something stalking her from another row...
No. That can't be right. She knows this library; she's been here before. It's the TARDIS. The TARDIS wouldn't hurt her. But the friendly little minds of the bats are gone, and the air is heavy, sweltering, and she coughs as she makes her way over to the balcony.
"TARDIS?" she calls as she peers down over the railing. "Doctor?"
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She is surrounded by shelves and shelves of books, and it should be a comfort (how bad could a bunch of books be?), but it's not. A half-remembered labyrinth comes to mind, and she turns her head sharply, looking for… what? A coldfang? The Master? Something awful, something stalking her from another row...
No. That can't be right. She knows this library; she's been here before. It's the TARDIS. The TARDIS wouldn't hurt her. But the friendly little minds of the bats are gone, and the air is heavy, sweltering, and she coughs as she makes her way over to the balcony.
"TARDIS?" she calls as she peers down over the railing. "Doctor?"