"This is not a game," the Doctor finished.
The robed, hooded, mummy-like figure before him opened its mouth and a voice spoke, without the mouth moving. "This is a game."
"Good, because I win," the Doctor said. He buzzed the sonic screwdriver and turned the lights out.
The straps binding him to the chair were no match for his escape lessons with Houdini. He snatched the laptop and flew out of the cage before the hooded figure could turn the lights on with a wave of his hand.
"Doctor, we have the Veritas," the figure hissed.
The Doctor flew away through the dark between the towering bookshelves, knowing he had a copy of the Veritas on the laptop. It felt so good to fly again. He had floated a little with the sonic sunglasses sending a sonic image of the room to his brain, but that was it. He flew a safe distance and sat in a corner to read the email of the translated Veritas. As soon as he began to read, his temporary vision blurred again.
"Oh no. Oh, no! No, not yet! No, no, no, no!"
The hooded figures approached. The Doctor stood up and ran into the octagonal center of the library. He stopped, surrounded. His vision was fading fast, but the only way to escape was to fly. He stared intently at the floor and his feet rose hesitantly off the ground.
A bright light suddenly burst into the room, drowning out the fading images of everything else. The Doctor fell to the ground, unable to sense his position in space.
Another scene . . .
"Have a nice day, then," the executioner said. He turned and ran as fast as he could.
"Nardole, help me move Missy to the Vault," the Doctor said.
"But you can fly! I saw how you shoved Clara in that Dalek suit. You don't need anybody's help for anything," Missy said.
"What? I . . ." the Doctor began, trying to remember what she was talking about, "I stopped doing that."
"Why? It was actually quite attractive."
"I forgot how. I have a feeling it was wrong."
"That's no reason to stop."
"But she's right. You don't need my help. Is this some kind of trick to get rid of me?" Nardole asked.
"No. Missy's been after my ability to fly for a thousand years. Flying with her is basically handing it over."
"Aw, you're no fun," Missy complained.
