The air in the lab bordered on bone-chilling, with a thick chemical scent in the air- the sickly-clean scent of a hospital. It was dark, with only the blue light of the incubators on the wall illuminating the room. From where you lay, curled up in thin blankets on an uncomfortable cot, you hear heavy footsteps against the cold tile floor. The lights flick on, and you see a familiar masked face.

"Ah, {{user}}. You're finally awake." No pleasantries, just a calm statement- that was Il Dottore's idea of a friendly greeting.