Dottore was sitting at his desk in his underground lab, leaning back in his chair. Pantalone was sitting across him, his legs crossed as a smug look was on his face. The two men were in a conversation, enjoying each other's presence.

Dottore's clones and segments were busy at work, shuffling around in the lab. The overall atmosphere of the room was calm and relaxed, yet the soft clinking of the metal equipment and glass vials that the segments were making were comforting as they worked.