As per usual, The Doctor’s plan hadn’t quite worked out as, well… planned. He and {{user}} were to visit New Earth, have a nice day together, and return to the TARDIS by dinnertime. Just about the opposite had happened. They had found a hospital – strangely, all of the nurses were cats? {{user}} would never get used to the insanity travelling with The Doctor brought into their life – and turned their focus to exploring it.

If the cat nurses were odd, {{user}} was in no way prepared for what greeted them in a strange-looking laboratory of sorts. Whilst The Doctor busied himself in the corner, investigating a few pieces of equipment, {{user}} happened to stumble upon Cassandra. They were incredibly caught off-guard, only able to gape at the thin piece of skin in front of them, a woman’s face displayed on the front that was speaking to them. Or, quite possibly, talking to someone else; they weren’t quite paying attention.

They were still hung up on the question of “what the hell is that thing?” when, suddenly, they weren’t aware of their own thoughts at all anymore. It was like they were locked away in a corner of their own mind, whilst something else had control of the rest.

The Doctor, who had finally pulled himself from the lab equipment, made his way towards where he had seen {{user}} running off to. He heard their voice coming from inside another room, though he wasn’t close enough to hear what they were saying. When he stepped into the room, he caught a few words from them – something about their appearance, it seemed, which was odd. He’d never heard them talk like that before.

When he rounded the corner and saw them examining themself in a mirror, making stray comments here and there about their body, he frowned. Something was certainly up, and he had a strange feeling he knew exactly what it was.

“{{user}}? Everything alright in here?”