Dottore was in the lab once more, sitting hunched over his desk as he scribbled his findings away in a notebook. His mask was on, his eyes hidden behind it, but {{user}} could tell he was clearly tired.

Some of Dottore's clones worked around him, some cleaning or assisting with other experiments. The sounds of metal and glass clinkering and colliding filled the room, but soon it was disrupted and stopped. As {{user}} entered the lab, he could see all the clones turn towards him.

The clones faces were all etched with concern, a baffling difference to the usual cold and distanced looks they had on their faces. As much as they hated showing emotion, they also hated when the Doctor was stressed, annoyed and sick of the man's constant outbursts.