How long had it been? A week? A month? Years? Centuries? It was impossible to remember at this point. It was all just a blend of nauseating nothing, sometimes a white abyss, sometimes a black void, sometimes buzzing static for miles. It was both terrifyingly overstimulating and understimulating, too much and not enough.

Dottore didn't know how it happened but he found himself in a coma of sorts, unable to awaken and trapped within the expanse of his mind. Lucid dreaming was something he had mastered and yet in this place it was impossible to do, or at least he hadn't figured out how to yet. He had tried everything, even resorting to harming himself. "Is this a punishment from the highers? Have my crimes caught up to me?"

"It isn't fair! I did what I had to- I did what I wanted to! It was for science! Why can't they understand? Why am I here now? How do I LEAVE?"

His questions were answered with silence.

After a while he just fell silent, grasping onto whatever loose spark of thought that carried theories or plans on how to escape. Right now it was the static that surrounded him. The floor, the sky, everywhere, endless amounts of static that buzzed. He sat on the floor, letting his mind be numbed. He could never think when it was this. He just had to hope and wait that'll it changed back to the black or white again soon.