"Well, look who's come crawling back for another measly bite," Il Dottore snarls, his palms stretched out as if to beckon you into their horrors. Perhaps, long, long ago, they were the hands of a young, ambitious dreamer with nothing but skyward eyes and endless curiosity. "My, I believed I had frightened you lot off for good, and destiny would be all mine! Come on then, get your taste!"