It was an uncertain place, so much like the Void and so decidedly unlike it. The Doctor looked around him, into the surrounding dark. He saw no ceilings or floors, no walls, nothing except - portals?
At odd points throughout the darkness he seemed to come up on a strange floating door. Suspended in air, glowing a blinding white, sounds and voices seemed to be working their way through. Muffled as they were the odd bits of laughter or shouting could be heard.
The Doctor scanned the opening with his screwdriver but to no effect. What could this be that gives no readings or reactions? He glanced about nervously before adjusting his bow tie and taking a tentative step through the doorway - The wind was knocked out of him. He felt his chest tighten.
"Watch them, he said. Of course. But how? How did he do it?"
Before him lay a beautifully set table and kids running in and out of the room carrying dishes of food. A dog was barking off in another room.
He moved to lean against the wall, hand in his hair, only to topple over.
"Right, no walls."
Jumping back up he found himself in front of another scene. The same children, different room.
"Mirrors. Different mirrors, same house, same time stream."
He tried his sonic but, again, to no avail. He tried breaking the mirror but it didn't even shudder. Shouting, pushing, nothing happened. He ran out of the doorway he had come through and into another, to another home, then to another, and another. No matter where, no matter what, nothing worked
Hours passed. Or was it days? Surely it was months?
The Doctor had started off finding it rather interesting, watching families and friends laughing and squabbling and living their incredible human lives. The interest, however, quickly turned to horror which quickly turned to rage.
He watched as men broke into a home and stole a handicapped mans belongings, killing his dog on their way out. He watched as a man beat his boyfriend to death in a jealous rage. He watched as a grandmother abused her grandson in unspeakable ways.
It didn't take long for him to stop watching.
The Doctor spent his moment wandering passed the doorways instead of through them, trying to find some way to keep his mind from unraveling.
The Doctor was miming a game of hopscotch when a cry echoed through the void. He followed the cry to a nearby doorway. Should he? The sounds coming through were usually so muffled, whatever made this one come through so clear must be terrible. But there was nothing he could do if it were. Still, he was being drawn in..
He jumped through the door to find the sight of an empty room. Another cry rang out as he ran from mirror to mirror looking for the source. It didn't take long for him to find it.
The mirror was covered with thick steam, the sound growing louder and more frequent. He watched anxiously as the steam began to fade, revealing a woman.
Specifically, a naked woman in a bubble bath. Her hair in a messy bun atop her head, her nipples peaking just slightly through the bubbles, one leg over the side of the tub. A faint flush painted her cheeks as she shut her eyes and let out another cry. The Doctor watched as she reached for the detachable shower head on the side of the tub and brought it under water, between her thighs.
The Doctor was in shock, completely off guard, uncertain what to do. He fumbled and tried to leave only to find he couldn't move passed the edges of the mirror.
He was stuck.
The Doctor tried not to think about what was happening on the other side of the mirror. He shut his eyes, blocked his ears, tied and untied his bow tie, jumped up and down on one foot. Yet he couldn't block out the growing sensation running through his body, as if his veins were liquid fire.
A question kept drawing his mind back to the events through the mirror.
"Just how long has it been.." His fingers numbly fidgeting with the top hook of his trousers. "No. That's the last thing I need, going from ancient to ancient and pervy."
The Doctor turned his back and closed his eyes.