The Doctor walked slowly through the fog, his eyes and ears attuned to anything that might approach him and Jane. But their footsteps were silent and the only noise was the sound of them breathing and the rustling of their clothes.

Jane stayed close to the Doctor, trying to look in every direction at once, worried that something would come at them from whichever direction she wasn't looking in.

'Doctor, what is this place?' Jane asked quietly, though it seemed like he didn't know.

She was right. 'I honestly couldn't tell you, Jane. I don't think I've ever seen anything like it before.'

At first they did not notice that the fog before them was starting to give off a faint glow of light, as if there was something beyond. But then the Doctor and Jane found that they had stepped out of the fog and into a child's playroom, of all things. It was lit warmly, decorated with flowery wallpaper and cream curtains, and there were toys everywhere; all kinds of dolls strewn about the place.

'I don't…' the Doctor paused. He was starting to remember something, something from a long time ago…

Jane stepped forward, looking down at all the dolls. 'Where on Earth- or, in the Universe, rather-' She corrected herself. '-Are we? Wandering in a fog, then finding ourselves in a kid's room?'

She was gazing around when something caught her eye. She got to her knees and picked up a doll lying on the floor. It was a soft rag doll, the kind a child could sleep with and not get poked in the eye by a plastic arm in the middle of the night. 'Hey, that's funny… this doll is wearing my brother's favourite shirt.'

The girl held it up for her friend to see. 'Lookit, orange. That's his favourite colour. Gosh, I'd recognize this shirt anywhere.' She pulled the hood on the shirt over the brown-haired doll's head. 'I love pulling people's hoods on them, it's funny when they flip out.'

The Doctor didn't say anything. He just stood by the door they had come through, the fog still visible beyond. Dolls, he was thinking, there was something about dolls…

Jane looked at the other toys, sitting in chairs, posed in toy houses, or just thrown around. She began to notice the detail of them, that many seemed to have parts of them that looked similar to people she knew. The doll she'd been holding before also had brown hair and the same shoes as Derek. The female doll in the toy schoolhouse had long blonde hair and was wearing the same green dress that her English teacher, Miss Poacher, had been wearing that day. And that doll leaning on the windowsill had black hair, glasses, and a sweatshirt reading "Saltwater High School Robotics Team". Jane stood up and walked to the window, picking up the doll. Sure enough, the back of the sweatshirt said, "WREN", which was her friend Mokona's last name.

The girl gasped and took a step back. But now she set the Mokona doll back in its original place. When she looked up, and therefore out, the window, she saw the same view of her solar system as she had looking out the TARDIS. 'Oh, snap,' she murmured, carefully stepping back so as not to step on any of the smiling figures that lay on the floor here and there. All of them Jane could name as denizens of SHS, Firefly City, or even her own family. 'Um, hey, Doctor m'dear, there's something really odd going on here…'

The Doctor was lost in thought, wracking his brain trying to remember why this predicament seemed so familiar. He didn't notice Jane at all until she stood on her tiptoes right in front of him and called, 'Hey!'

Startled, he blinked and shook his head, as if coming out of a daze. 'What?' he asked brightly. Jane was just about to tell him what she had noticed about the playthings when they both heard a rustling noise, as if something else was in the room- something moving. Slowly the Doctor looked to his right-Jane's left- and they saw another doll. This one, however, was unusual because it was much bigger than the other dolls- stand it up and it would be about knee-height. It was also wearing beautifully intricate blue, yellow, and red Chinese robes. This doll sat in a small chair, drooped slightly in on itself.

Jane began to walk towards it. 'What a weird doll. I like its clothes, though. Wicked shiny.'

'Um, Jane, I wouldn't-' the Doctor said hesitantly.

She turned and looked at him. 'Wouldn't… what?'

But before he could say anything more, a warbling sound filled the room. Jane spun around just in time to see the Chinese robe-wearing doll leap off his chair and lunge at her. With a yelp, she stepped backwards, tripped, and promptly fell on her behind.

Instead of attacking her, though, the doll, with a frantic spin of its multicoloured costume, landed on its feet before her. Only instead of just a doll, it was a full-sized man who stood before the startled girl.

She looked up at him. His face was imposing yet charming- he looked like the perfect English nobleman all dressed up in a Chinese nobleman's clothes. The man smiled devilishly, looking down his nose at her in return.

'Hello, Jane,' he said in exactly the clipped British accent she was expecting. 'Welcome to my toy room. Do you like my dolls? Amazing, the resemblance to practically everyone in your life. But that would be because…' Here he bent to pick up a doll with the exact features of Jane's mother. '…that's exactly who they are.'

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she was about to ask him exactly what the hell he was going on about when she felt herself being grabbed by the hand. It was the Doctor, and he yanked Jane to her feet and pulled her out the door, shouting, 'Run!'

After they ran out, the man frowned. 'I know who the girl is, but who is that man with her, and how did they manage to escape the change?' he wondered aloud. 'Hmm.'

The man shook his head, but then snapped his fingers. Two toy cars rolled from a corner of the room. Suddenly, with much plastic clicking and clacking, the cars became upright, six-foot-tall robots.

'They've re-entered the maze,' the man told the robots, 'probably to return to whatever kept them safe when I was freed. Find it before them and bring it here.'

The robots nodded and followed the two travelers out of the room.

'Perhaps that will give me an idea as to exactly who I'm dealing with…'

0-0

Again, I repeat: This is where things start to get weird.

I'll tell you right now that this villain isn't mine. It's one from the Classic series; and when I say Classic, I mean Classic. We'll reveal just who it is in the next chapter, unless you've already guessed.

I've never seen the episode this villain was in, as it's one of the lost episodes, but I'd seen it in my "Doctor Who" books, and the idea fascinated me. I wanted to write a story with a villain who had been a Classic Who one-off, partially so I wouldn't have to come up with something myself (XD) and partially because there were some really cool ones.

Kind of like what they did in the series with the Macra (see Series Three's "Gridlock" if you don't know what I'm talking about), it'll still be the villain, but most likely as different as you can get from the way it was the first time! I kind of took the basic idea and ran with it cos I didn't have much to go on. I hope it isn't completely rubbish. And bizarre. Most likely the last one, though.

It's gotten to the point where I'm just gonna post and try not to cringe too hard. XD We're coming up on the end of what I had written so far, here. Maybe… three chapters left? Yeah, about three. After that, I'll be relying on your help for where to go.

I, um… I have no idea about this. I really don't. Like I said, I hope you guys enjoy. Thanks a lot for all the reviews! You guys are too kind! 8D