Chapter Ten: A Place for the Repentant
The Doctor woke up slowly to the smell of something baking; the calming smell of fresh bread emanating from an unknown source. Finally, realization hit him that something was wrong with this. But in his alarm to sit up straight, many pains throughout his body reminded him that he had just been running and hefting various objects for the past few hours, and maybe his sudden action had been too much for him that second. Rubbing his back and legs, he tried not to scream; the rest of his body seemed to already be doing a good job of that for him.
"Not one of my better ideas." he groaned in agony, as he looked at his new, and vastly different surroundings.
For one, this place was better furnished, as the dustless, decay-free couch he found himself sitting on could attest to. Two, there was the afore-mentioned smell of bread, which certainly didn’t detract from anything. Three, the Doctor thought for sure, that