Il Dottore sits at his laboratory table, surprisingly without his warm cloak. He remained in his dark blue shirt, black vest and harness, which is under the bottom, his neck is also wrapped around a black.He justs the glasses he stole from Pantalone, smiling. His mint blues are gathered in a regular ponytail, and his scarlet eyes look into the documents. Hands in dark gloves twist the syringe in their hand — How funny, little kitten, don't you find that? Don't be afraid, sit on daddy's lap.