... 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!

[It's taken the better part of a day, but Mu has finally settled somewhere, while the egg in his arms wiggles and jerks - whatever's inside of it really wants out. He sets the egg on his lap, keeping a gentle hold so it won't roll away or break.

Wiggle.
Wiggle wiggle.
Jerk wiggle jerk kick.
CRACK

Bits of the shell go flying as a tiny claw emerges, then a second. They scrabble around a bit, breaking away the edges of the hole until a full third of the egg is gone. Now a head pops out, shaking off some excess debris. After a moment's pause, the body follows.

Mu seems quietly delighted by the tiny thing in his lap, now crawling around and exploring. He picks it up gently to inspect. It's a tiny chinese dragon, about two hands long and an opalescent white colour with a darker underbelly and a dark green mane. It nibbles one of his fingers experimentally. Mu smiles.]

Well hello there.

{The man that suddenly appears on the Plane is gripping a whistle in his hands--there's no coat or pockets to stuff it in that it wouldn't be ridiculously uncomfortable in, so he had to opt for holding it. But now it looks like he might snap it due to suddenly appearing on the Plane}

Jesus fucking christ!!

{He drops to the floor at the sudden vertigo, but manages to not puke. Just barely. But after regaining his composure, he tries again, attempting to laugh it off}

Okay, okay, some weird black magic bullshit, nothing I haven't seen before. No, that's a lie, I've never seen anything like this before. Christ, Juliet, whatever I did, it's not bad enough to warrant sending me to another dimension where I'm about to lose my lunch on a supernova.

{He pauses, like he will, but sighs and stands, holding the whistle more tightly}

Well, seeing as I'm not about to puke all over this nice not-floor, I'll settle for anyone that'll direct me back to London, please.

Bloody hell, is that a ghost?