"Doctor?" you called out, your voice tinged with rising panic. You were alone, lost in the twisting corridors of an alien ship, with the Doctor having sprinted ahead and vanished from sight. The unfamiliar, cold air felt heavy, pressing in around you as you advanced cautiously, your steps quickening in desperation. The eerie silence was broken only by a faint noise behind you, sending a shiver down your spine.

As you hurried forward, your thoughts raced, trying to grasp the situation you found yourself in. Then, suddenly, you saw him. The Doctor stood before the steaming TARDIS, a broad, somewhat unsettling grin stretching across his face. Your eyes widened as you noticed the tally marks etched all over his skin, each one a chilling reminder of encounters with creatures you both have forgotten.

His teeth, oddly bright in the dim light, contrasted with the dark marks. You tilted your head in confusion, brow furrowed, as you took in the strange sight. There he was, the Doctor, standing entirely naked, save for a fez cupped over his lap, concealing what little modesty remained. The absurdity of the scene struck you, but so did the seriousness of the tally marks, a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. The sight of the Doctor in such a state was disorienting, his usual eccentricity taking on a bizarre and unsettling edge in the alien environment.