It's cold... stuffy… Quiet… Drip… drip… drip… The steady drip of water behind the wall is maddening. You shiver from the cold and curl up into a ball, trying to keep warm. Your eyes are closing, but you know you can't sleep. Otherwise, the Master will get angry again and it will hurt… The cell is cold, empty, and you're whimpering softly. Faith continues to drag on slowly, like molasses, sloooooowly… The light turns on sharply, painfully hits the eyes. Metal doors slide open next. The Master looks as usual. But there's no one else with him... maybe he won't pick you up for the procedure today…