Should we take the lift or fly?

fourthdoctor:

Should we take the lift or fly?: *Four & Romana’s adventure in the Forest of Missiles*

ladypresident-romana:

((AKA we’re doing this via reblogs now because I tried to send this response 22 times and Tumblr ate it EVERY TIME.))

Romana almost didn’t want to ask what the Kamens might be. Sitting and talking was making her increasingly anxious, she was ready to find out what in the world was going on here…

The Doctor quickly glances about the room, alarmed at the knocking on the door. His eyes land on the only thing that might provide enough hiding space for the pair of them. A large, oak wardrobe over on the opposite side of the room. He crosses the room in a couple strides and swings the door open. It will be a tight fight but it will have to do.

“In we go Romana,” he tells her as she joins him. He then turns his attention to Skylar. “Best not tell them we’re here.”

Skylar’s face doesn’t reassure the Doctor in the least, but she nods her head.

It’s pitch dark inside the wardrobe which, oddly, only seems to contain two other sets of clothing, exactly the same as those that Skylar is currently wearing.

Attempting to soundlessly breathe, Romana carefully peers through the slight gap between the two doors in and catches a glimpse of a man opening the door with a wooden tray in his hands. He appears to be much the same as every other native they have met since arriving here, except that he is wearing what appears to be a protective suit of some sort. Romana supposes this must be to further the illusion that the outside world is some sort of hazard.

He places the tray on a small table without a word. Skylar, she notices, does not look at him, almost as though frightened of what she might see. The man leaves as soon as his task is complete, without a second glance to the girl he is holding prisoner.

Romana and the Doctor wait a few tense moments to be sure he is truly gone before popping out of the stuffy cabinet and back into the room.