“Fascinating.”

The darkness seemed to spread out forever in every direction. The Doctor had witnessed darkness before. After all, he travelled through the void of space. He had studied black holes as a child. But this was even darker. A darkness that seemed to wrap around him. Yet, when he held his hand out, it was clear as day. He glanced down at his shoes. Not even slightly concealed. If this place, wherever it was, was this dark, there was no way he should be able to see himself this easily, if at all.

The Doctor took a few steps through the darkness. He felt a little resistance, almost like some unseen force held him back. His legs felt a little heavy. He reached inside his coat pocket and pulled a handkerchief out. Holding it out in front of his face, he dropped it. It floated gently to the ground.

“Gravity seems somewhat normal.” He murmured to himself. There must be some explanation for the heavy feeling.

Deep in thought, the Doctor went to retrieve his handkerchief from the floor. Much to his surprise, however, it wasn’t there. He plucked his monocle from his pocket, held it to his eye and scanned the ground slowly. True, it was very dark, but he could clearly see his feet, so he shouldn’t have any problem finding his bright handkerchief.

“Curious.”

He tucked his monocle back into his pocket. He didn’t want to risk dropping that on the floor. It would be a shame if it vanished as well. He didn’t want to think about if he fell himself.

Deciding it wasn’t worth worrying about, the Doctor did the only thing he could do in this void. He walked. Each step felt heavier than the last. And yet, it never seemed to stop him. He walked forward as easy as if the weight weren’t there at all. Taking note of that strange detail, he continued on.

It was unclear if the darkness was just so thick, he couldn’t see through it, or if there was truly nothing here. The Doctor was constantly prepared for an unseen obstacle to materialize out of the darkness. Walking face first into a wall would be incredibly undignified, even if he would be the only one who would witness it.

He lost track of how long he walked for. It felt like hours, but also no time at all. After this short time of eternity, the Doctor decided that this place made absolutely no sense at all.

And then he saw something. A blur. He squinted. A slightly less blurry blur. That was at least some progress. The Doctor decided that the blur was his best chance of finding any sort of answer, and so he started his long trudge across the short distance.

As he got closer, the blur seemed to take shape. A humanoid shape. Perfect, he wasn’t alone. They had their back to the Doctor. He made out the back of a head. Blonde hair. Not much to go on. The Doctor cleared his throat to get the figures attention.