Rejoined with Rebecca and Taylor, Paul made a difficult choice with having them help in his quest of confronting the mythical doctor lurking somewhere in these halls, concluding the doctor's too much of a threat to be kept alive, and desiring to know how the doctor did the things he's purported doing.

Helping Rebecca reclaim her belongings, stashed away in a locker in one of the storage rooms, Paul's mind asunder with thoughts as he wanted to know more about the creature that Samuel referenced and Taylor saw glimpses of when they were walking, wanting to know how it fit into this bizarre puzzle.

Finding the doctor's office, gave them glimpses into what went on in the hospital, the paperwork showed countless people have come through for surgeries, and the end result so impossible, Paul had to double check, just to make sure.

Taylor found old newspaper clippings stashed away, kept in a binder, carefully placed so not to crinkle the pages.

With Rebecca translating, Paul and Taylor learnt that a renowned doctor escaped custody of the SS after stabbing a guard in the neck with a needle he hid in his sleeve.

It'd appear that this wasn't a doctor the Third Reich wanted for their own use, rather, they wanted to imprison him, executing him, even, a strange turn of events.

Not for the reasons one suspected.

It'd appear that several members of the party gone missing over the span of days, when their bodies were found, eerily the same characteristics were found on them as on Samuel.

No mouths, noses, or eyes.

All dead the same way, asphyxiation, as the sculpted flesh rendered them incapable of breathing.

The doctor was finally caught when an SS officer noticed a peculiar man walking around a small hamlet in Luxembourg and trailed him, finding him talking to Jewish prisoners readied to be taken elsewhere.

He thought the doctor was a sympathizer and went after him, but the accounts of what happened afterwards was lost as it appears that the newspaper was censured.

All Rebecca was able to read was that when the SS officer was found, his blue eyes were gone.

The doctor wouldn't tell what became of them and his fate sealed until he escaped.

"He escaped from their custody… hid… came here…" Paul summed the events leading up to the doctor ending up in the forest.

Having nowhere else to go since those events and with everyone in the party acutely aware of his actions, his face would've been plastered everywhere, the doctor wouldn't been able to easily walk among Axis controlled territories without someone recognizing him.

Even though the war's over and the Axis no more, the doctor still faced charges due to his unusual procedures, he'll do whatever it took wanting to keep his practices going.

"How could he do this?" Rebecca winces as she sheepishly looked towards Paul for answers and he answered that he isn't sure, but now they know the "good" doctor had been doing this for years, now.

It only left more questions for them, though.

"If he's capable of turning people into who they wanted…" Taylor broached an uncomfortable topic with Paul and Rebecca, bringing up what the doctor did, and Paul subtly nodded as he believed what Taylor suggested.

The doctor's twisted version of the Oath had him collect the characteristics coveted among the party and spread them amongst his willing patients, some of which were threatened with a fate worse than death if they didn't take the doctor's offer.

Though, Paul doubted the doctor was that noble saving people from the death camps.

"Someone would've found out he's returned and come after him," Rebecca pointed out that with the fall of the Axis and the information they had hidden from the Allies coming to light, the crimes committed by the doctor would've become known to everyone, and if an official found out about his return, should in theory, aggressively seek him to arrest and presumably execute him, too.

Agreeing with her, Taylor then added, "If he takes coveted characteristics for his patients, what does he do with the ones that they didn't covet?"

A sensitive time, his patients clamoured to look like the spitting images of what the party coveted in hopes of thwarting capture, he'd have plenty of undesirable characteristics leftover.

Which led to Taylor broaching, "You don't think…"

It made perfect sense that the "good" doctor would offload the undesirable characteristics into the party's members, ensuring their demise, while taking from them to pass to his next patient.

"That… that can't… that's science fiction!" Rebeca couldn't believe this was even possible, gesturing as she reminded the two that they're not in some despotic science fiction, causing Paul to inquire her reasonings why she risked her life coming into the forest to begin with if such thing couldn't be possible.

His backhand comment resulted in her recoiling as she admitted that Paul was right, before they moved on from the office, wanting to find where the doctor performs his miracles.

Seeing the closed doors similar to the one that Rebecca and the late Samuel were behind, there had to been at least thirty rooms, the thought of individuals risking their lives to come here, desperate at a chance of being reborn into an image of their own wishes, yet they'll never know the true cost.

They might live to enjoy it for a short period of time, but will they truly ever get their wish?

Will they ever get the opportunity to experience their new lives, if they even remember their old ones?

Would they show guilt if they were told the true cost of what went into their surgeries, if they even remembered, at all?

Are they even themselves?

If anything, the memory may simply be fabricated, something created to further fuel the fantasy world they inhabited. The idea that they might actually be living their dreams, however false that is.

Every footstep Paul took as he walked with the women, trying to find the doctor as he maneuvered through the hallway.

"Come… come…." Paul heard that voice in his head, again, urging him in the direction towards the end of the hallway.

He felt compelled to follow its call, it was a feeling that only grew stronger as he and the women made their way closer to a certain destination. His legs felt heavy, as if the floor was shifting underfoot, and his breath was ragged, struggling to catch the oxygen he craved.

The air grew frightful, the strong smell of cleaning solutions made it difficult for the three to breathe as they reached the double doors, with bloody handprints where the doctor pushed his way through with patients brought out from the recovery ward to their rooms.

Uneasily, Paul pushed his way through with Rebecca and Taylor closely behind him, once they're through the threshold, they see the recovery ward's one large room with plastic sheet laid everywhere, sometimes hanging from the ceiling as dividers for the beds.

The "good" doctor kept his ward clean of blood, though Paul smelled the bleach as he walked through the recovery ward with the women towards the last trek of their journey, the door into the surgery ward.

Walking past the empty beds, Taylor's emerald eyes sees how prim they looked, despite their ages, the doctor kept them clean throughout the years he worked in this dilapidated hospital.

She's startled when Paul suddenly called out, ushering her and Rebecca to hide with him as he heard a noise coming through the two-doors leading into the surgery ward.

Hiding behind the plastic sheets in a corner, the three listened to the same popping noises they heard earlier as something came through the two-doors, walking along at the sterile floor.

The heavy plastic made it difficult to see, but Paul saw the outline of the figure that Taylor witnessed, the joints in the slender arms popped as they jaggedly hoisted a rickety slender figure as it moved through the recovery ward.

Instinctively, Paul kept the women close to him as he heard more movement and a voice.

"Go find him, maybe someday someone will want his eyes," the doctor ordered the creature as it did his bidding.

So, it'd appear the "good" doctor had help, after all, in the way of an unusual creature.

Pulling behind him the gurney he planned on strapping Rebecca into once he reached her, the doctor hummed to himself as he went through the two-doors ahead of him.

The sudden change for wanting him, now, Paul guessed the creature communicated with the doctor about him, but strangely it never told him about his unusual characteristics, as it should've instantly heard his two hearts, given what they know of it, already.

Definitely not another arapulo, something capable of taking desirable characteristics from whoever the doctor sent it after and allowing him to easily transplant them to his patients.

Again, the TARDIS didn't communicate with him about an alien wandering the forest, so if it wasn't an alien, perhaps they're looking at a rare display of a species that lived on Earth, hidden away from people.

Once the wars broke out and concluded, the abandoned areas became repopulated by them overtime, as they no longer felt the need to hide, since the humans couldn't safely traverse these lands no more.

Obviously, those types didn't exist on his or Taylor's worlds, so he didn't have much to go on there, neither did they ever encounter such species on their travels.

"Rebecca," Paul turned his attention to someone who could tell him what he needed to know.

Turning her head towards him, Rebecca answers, "Doctor?"

Gesturing, Paul inquired if she knew any local stories about creatures with no faces that lived in the forests, something to that effect, causing her to look inward as she went with him and Taylor through the two-doors that the creature and the doctor just came through.

"Um, there was one about fairies living in the Black Forest," Rebecca thoughtfully tells Paul as she followed him.

When she was a young girl, Rebecca heard stories about these creatures seemingly blending with the darkness of the famous Black Forest, blink, and they're gone.

They were described as either trolls or faeries, it changes depending on who tells the story, capable of changing their appearances, sometimes looking like someone a person knows, or a nerve wrecking creature that chased people away from their territories.

She never gave it much stock, everyone had grandmothers warning their grandchildren about traveling the Black Forest alone, especially at night.

All those twisted turns and darkened areas, no doubt someone could easily hallucinate seeing someone they know among the trees.

"What were they called?" Paul asked her as they came towards an open area with one slab in the centre as they see rolling tables filled with surgical tools, there's machines circling with different functions, IV bags, everything the doctor needed to perform his duties — or give the illusion he was doing them.

Shrugging her shoulders, Rebecca utters, "Feenhafte Männer."

Fairy men.

Don't ask her, that's the one version she heard, there's plenty more.

Her brow raised, Taylor gestures as she asks Rebecca, "Could 'face eater' be another one?"

Thinking as she sees Paul going around the area the doctor performed his miracles, Rebecca shrugs as she responded that she wouldn't be surprised if 'face eater' was just another way of describing them.

"Which means, there were some truths to those stories, after all," Paul tells her as he overlooked the sterile surgical tools that the doctor went through the effort of ensuring they're prim for their tasks.

Her brown eyes widening, it finally dawned on Rebecca that the fairy men were real, stealing the faces of others, then some, and she uttered a prayer in her native tongue.

Having gotten what he needed, now it left Paul with the task of handling the doctor and the creature, something that had to be done in a fashion that didn't result in them in a fireball, risking a cascade event from hell.

"You knew…" Paul guessed the voice in his head knew what these two were and the voice lightly chuckled as it informed him that it knew the moment it came here.

Leading Paul to ask it, "What do you want?"

The voice replied with a chuckle, "In time…. I will… come… for you… Mister… Smith… I'd like… nothing more… than to… talk… to you…"

It promised Paul that one day, the person attached will come for him so they may speak, for what reason, the voice wouldn't say, and that was that.

Like that, the voice gone from him head, as though it wasn't there, he was capable of speaking of it, now, he didn't feel as though someone covered his mouth.

However, Paul suspected an ulterior motive for that…

"Doctor!" he heard Taylor call him as he heard movement coming from the two-doors as he turned his body to face them.