Feb 14, 2011 01:46
[He doesn't look comfortable at all with the communicator. In fact he's not even holding it, just eying it warily. It's clearly on some sort of a surface like a table in front of him.]
Am--are we dead? Is that what this place is? [His expression is uncertain, as if he's not sure whether he wants to be or not.] Is this a...made-up world? A product of the imagination which I am now trapped in? [That possibility appears to be less attractive to him.] Where am I? [Because...perhaps it's neither of that. Perhaps he's simply been trotted out once more when the Doctor needed to hide behind a story again.]
...Martha?
c: edogawa conan,
c: alice