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The Doctor, true to form and quite negating his earlier plans to keep a low profile, had decided to explore the city on his own. Also true to form, he was gawking like a natural born tourist fresh off the farm.

Well, if guys fresh off the farm kept up running commentary under their breaths about every single culture they recognized. And if they recognized quite a few, had an apparent habit of internal monologue, and occasionally ran over to point a buzzing little blue stick at seemingly random objects.

He was completely fascinated.

He was also bound and determined to get to the bottom of all this mess and get his TARDIS back. Now.

Ooh, look at that!

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Jaime kept navigating the stairways, it took more climbing now, more guessing to get on the right path.

But he found the more he thought, the more it blurred together.

It was intuition that seemed to work better, choosing the paths to go on a whim.

The scarab trilled at him, confusedly.

"I know," he murmured to it. "It's impossible. I know."

There were too many ANGLES.

"Except that it clearly is not only possible, but it is," Scorpius replies, eying the Doctor's tool. He's not certain what that device is, but he's curious.

"Indeed, if there are different possibilities down this way... we may have located the source of their universal travel."

"Maybe." The Doctor doubted it. "Or we may have found the reason they have all those buildings. Which would be much more interesting."

He didn't pay much attention to where his feet were taking him, more interested in absolutely everything.

The landscape was getting darker...and stranger. More twisted.

More menacing.

But Jaime felt like... something was tugging him along. He was supposed to keep walking. His curiosity was getting almost compulsively stronger.

Almost like something was mess with his head--

The scarab suddenly screeched its warning.

Jaime flinched, as that strange compulsion faded, as it was shut out.

"Something's trying to mess with me telepathically. I don't know if you guys can feel it, too. Like...compelling us along."

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Scorpius hisses as he exhales.

"I feel the manipulation, yes."

"So do I." The Doctor tilted his head and, instead of closing his mind off safely, kept it open and listening. "I'm going to see what it wants."

Scorpius hisses. "I'm not certain that is the best course of action, Doctor."

The Time Lord shrugged. "Only one way to find out. I mean, what's the worse that could happen?"

"Well, besides my brain exploding into jelly."

"That one's pretty bad by itself," Jaime said, but he said that as he started stepping forward himself, down a winding walkway was that starting to assert itself into a straighter route.

"Or you could cause the brains of Jaime and myself to also explode."

Nonetheless, he follows. "However, if you are set on this course of action, I will accompany you."

They seem the most capable here of those he's met thus far. The last thing he wants is for them to die... or, just as bad, discover something important without him.

The Doctor set off with Jaime. "I'm not making you come. If your brain explodes, it's not my fault." Though he'd still blame himself.

"But it'll mess up your plantsuit..."

They kept walking down the winding path.

Come.

To.

Come to.

It.

Come to.

Come.

"I'm hearing a voice in my head other than the normal one..."

But the worst of that strange compulsion, propelling his legs along, was held out.

"Are there any with telepathic abilities aboard?"

"This isn't one of us. This is way too big to be a member of the crew. Older than... well, me definitely." The Doctor carefully checked his mind's protections, still keeping it open, before continuing onward.

"I don't recommend going further than this."

"First of all...I'm guessing if that's supposed to be impressive, you must be older than you look," Jaime said. "Second of all, I can't do that. Superhero thing. You know, bravely wandering forward into mortal peril? We do that. Plus, if it's telepathic, the scarab's really, really good at keeping telepathic things out."

"Yes. A lot older. And this isn't mortal peril, this is EVIL."

He looked at Jaime, considering. He didn't want to lose this new young friend, but doubted he could stop him. In the end, he relented, "If you come, you listen to me. And if I say run, you run."

"Duly noted."

He turned to Scorpius.

"If you want to go back, no one will blame you. And it'd be good for someone to be there to warn everyone that there's something bad in here if it does something to us."

He considers, calculating the options.

He's already impressed by both Jaime and the Doctor's intelligence as well as their apparent power, if his reading of Jaime's energy signature is even close to accurate.

His chances of survival are much more slim without them.

Besides... now he's curious.

"Exploration carries an inherent risk. And without exploration, we will stagnate and fall into whatever our captors desire us to."

He's going.

The Doctor paused mid-motion until he figures out what Scorpius meant. "Right. Well, the more the merrier. Except it's evil so not that merry at all, never mind, forget I said anything. But the running thing. Remember that."

He paused, nodded to himself, and then off he went.

It was louder now.

Come.

To.

Me.

All of a sudden, they turned a corner that didn't really exist and there they were. The open sky that was Not sky was black, tinged with the orange and red light of flames. There was a building, and the illusion of a whole world beyond it, but it was a world that wasn't. There was only the building.

And what a building.

The building, from the outside, looked like a large, techno-organic cathedral with a design similar to that used in most of the non-human (or alien) structures in the city, but with a much darker bend. It had a tall, steeple roof with large, buttress-like growths supporting it from the sides. There were twisted organic-looking faces and statues adorning the outside.

Upon closer inspection, one could notice the gargoyle-like structures were even more frightening than the sculptures one would normally find throughout the ship, seemingly keeping watch of passers by with their piercing eyes.

The building looked like it was meant (and failed) to be some sort of holy place.

And evil emanated from it. There was no other word for it. Evil.

Mind-blowing, thought-twisting, soul-blistering evil.

The massive, heavy doors of the place slowly creaked open.

Come.

In.

Scorpius looked up at the evil space, looking at it through its energy signature as well as through its more obvious physical characteristics.

"I don't believe entering this location would be beneficial for any of us."

Keeping his eyes on the building, the Time Lord gave a slow nod. "Probably not. You should stay here."

His race hadn't become extinct by being cautious. Or rather, in some ways they had, which was probably why he was the only one left; the Doctor's complete lack of self-preservative instincts. It didn't have to make sense, he was still going in.

Jaime's reaction at seeing the place was suiting up.

"Probably, but it wouldn't be beneficial to everyone else for it not to get checked out."

Even despite it being...utterly horrifying.

It wasn't that he wasn't terrified, it was that he was very, very good at keeping his fear under control.

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