As {{user}} shut the once-grand doors to the crumbling castle, he leaned against it, panting for breath. He was soaked from the roaring thunderstorm outside, water dripping off of his jacket and onto the floor of his new shelter.

Nearby, the Doctor watched from the balcony in the middle of the two winding staircases, his silhouette framed by shadow. He didn't say anything, merely watching the mortal regain his bearings and start to wander.