001 [Shadows and Silence]
... I do not trust Arkadian or his information. If something is coming, we must face it without his help.
[Leela had been forced to share her views on Gallifrey’s current political situation with K-9, as Romana and the rest of her friends among the Time Lords were busy in some meeting or another. He was not the most satisfactory conversation partner, and he was not her K-9, but she was still affronted when he did not reply.]
K-9? K-9?
[Something was wrong. The floor beneath her feet did not feel like any floor in the Capitol. When she reached out, her hands failed to find the cool stone wall that they should have encountered.
And it was too quiet. The sounds of the Citadel - sounds that she had learned to take for granted in the years since she had left the TARDIS - had dwindled away. Leela had been trapped in a world of darkness for months, but she was not used to being trapped in a world of silence as well.
Instinctively, she drew her knife. The familiar weight in her hand was something of a comfort.]
This is not Gallifrey. What is this place? Why have you brought me here? Speak, unless you wish me to loosen your tongue. What machine?
I may be blind, but I am still a warrior and I can still drive my knife into your throat!
[Leela had been forced to share her views on Gallifrey’s current political situation with K-9, as Romana and the rest of her friends among the Time Lords were busy in some meeting or another. He was not the most satisfactory conversation partner, and he was not her K-9, but she was still affronted when he did not reply.]
K-9? K-9?
[Something was wrong. The floor beneath her feet did not feel like any floor in the Capitol. When she reached out, her hands failed to find the cool stone wall that they should have encountered.
And it was too quiet. The sounds of the Citadel - sounds that she had learned to take for granted in the years since she had left the TARDIS - had dwindled away. Leela had been trapped in a world of darkness for months, but she was not used to being trapped in a world of silence as well.
Instinctively, she drew her knife. The familiar weight in her hand was something of a comfort.]
This is not Gallifrey. What is this place? Why have you brought me here? Speak, unless you wish me to loosen your tongue. What machine?
I may be blind, but I am still a warrior and I can still drive my knife into your throat!