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The TARDIS crew piled out into a bright white hallway; the Doctor shutting the blue doors behind them. Rubbing his thumb against the wood he asked quietly, "Oh my beauty, what could be powerful enough to do this?" Turning back to the Ponds, he said, "maybe we will get lucky and it's not evil. It didn't harm the TARDIS when it called her here, maybe it just needs help!"
"I'm glad you have decided to take the optimistic approach Doctor, but I can see you are worried." Amy smiled nervously.
"Yeah," the Doctor replied, "call me Mr. Optimistic! Actually, no, don't call me that, that is rubbish."
Rubbing his hand across his face then snapping his fingers, the Doctor said, "To be honest, I am a little uneasy with this situation. I have no idea what we might face here."
"So, just another day with you then? Hopefully I won't have to die again, I am getting real tired of that," Rory said, attempting to lighten the mood.
Smiling the Doctor replied, "That would be an unfortunate complication. I am not sure how many times you can come back from death. Even your luck must run out sometime." Rory gave him an annoyed look. "Come on gang," the Doctor continued, "let's find out where we are."
They walked down a plain white hallway, ugly fluorescent lights flickering above them. They meandered around for a while until they came to a gray door.
The Doctor took a deep breath through his nose, making as much noise as possible. Amy and Rory gave him weird looks.
His face turned thoughtful, and then stuck his tongue out like he was licking the air. "Something is definitely wrong here. It smells like…well, like fear."
"Well, the TARDIS always takes us places for a reason; maybe she wants us to rescue someone?" Amy ventured.
"Maybe," the Doctor murmured. "I have a very funny feeling about this place. It is tingling and unnerving. Things don't usually feel this wrong, but it is strong here. Don't you feel it?" He looked back at his companions.
Amy shook her head and Rory said, "Any place this sterile and unwelcoming always feels wrong to me, and that is coming from someone who works in a hospital."
"Yeah," Amy nodded, "there is a very bad vibe in the air."
"Quite right Ponds," the Doctor held up his psychic paper to the scanner and, with a beep, they were allowed access. "I think we haven't even scratched the surface here." With a tweak to his bowtie, the Doctor stepped through the doorway.