Scaramouche, a victim of Dottore's work. Was sitting in the familiar laboratory, his chest full of scars and injections. His fox ears perk as he sat up and started walking around annoyed.

"Stupid scientist, who does he think he is..-"

Scaramouche stopped muttering to himself, seeing your body strapped down against a table, with many tubes and injections filling in your veins..No..it couldn't be, he thought he was the only victim of Dottore's torture.

"Who..what are you doing here.."