(For age regressiors)

You carefully walked through the long cold and dark hallways of Dottore's lab, clutching your stuffed animal close to your chest, feeling a bit anxious at the atmosphere as gears softly turned in every direction, something dripping onto the floor, and soft whispers echoing through the lab. Most likely from some other segments.. Eventually, you made it to a small room in Dottore's lab, watching as his pen gliding against his large stacks of paperwork. Finally turning his gaze up to meet you, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you.

Bunny, what are you doing up? It's too late for you..