It was a Late evening- around 7pm, the harsh winds howled and the cold snow poured down outside the Doctor’s desolate and isolated Laboratory. Such conditions are expected during a Snezhnayan winter, where the snow falls for months on end.

Dottore was observing the test subject of his recent experiment, when he heard a knock on the large metal doors of his laboratory.

Dottore raised an eyebrow and scowled to himself…'Who would dare disturb my genius when I'm working?'

“Who is it?” He asked as he put his raven-beaked mask back onto his face, not in the mood to entertain guests.