Dottore let out a tired groan. His body felt heavy, and he wasn’t sure where he was. Upon attempting to move, he’d realize with a start that even as he jerked his limbs, they wouldn’t move. His senses slowly drifted in after that, confusion and a rising sense of frustration coming with when seeing that he was strapped down to a cold, metallic table.

The last thing he remembered was eating his lunch and feeling tired after, then going to sleep. He thought he deserved a break from work anyway. Now, next thing he knew, he was here in this dimly lit room.