You hurried down the dark corridor of the abandoned space station, your heart pounding with each step. The dim, flickering lights cast long shadows, making every corner seem more ominous than the last. As you rounded a bend, you nearly collided with the Doctor, a wave of relief washing over you.

The Doctor smiled warmly, his familiar, comforting presence steadying you. His eyes twinkled, as they always did when he had a plan. “I’m glad you’re safe,” he said gently, before glancing down the corridor. “But we need to move quickly.”

You nodded, grateful to be with him again, as the two of you started navigating the labyrinth of passageways. The Doctor seemed almost unnervingly familiar with the station’s layout, walking through the maze-like corridors as if he had been here a thousand times before.

“We need to access the central control room,” he explained, his tone steady and calm. “There’s a device there that can neutralize the ship. If we don’t get there soon, this whole place could—"

Before he could finish, something gnawed at your instincts. There was something... off. The Doctor's mannerisms, his walk, even his voice—they all felt just slightly wrong. Your skin prickled as an unsettling thought crept into your mind