'What's happening to me?' The Doctor thought, trying as hard as he could to look away from the angry troll's eyes.
Suddenly, he wasn't on the strange planet, but back home in Lungbarrow, staring up into the maliciously grinning face of none other than Glospininnymortheras. Glospin enjoyed making his childhood as miserable as possible, resulting in them becoming entangled in rather violent brawls, and Sathraltrope would end up scolding and beating him. At one time, the Doctor, known as Theta at the time, had been smacked so hard that he couldn't even stand.
And now here he was, lying in front of one of his most unforgiving childhood bullies, completely vulnerable, with no idea how or why.
Last thing the Doctor could remember was a ticked off alien troll whose eyes were glowing indigo. The Doctor cried out in both shock, pain, and realization. The troll must have incredible psychic capabilities to be able to show him one of many recurring nightmares. At the same time as he realised what was happening, Glospin had taken hold of a nearby chair and started slamming it against his small body, before becoming bored and stealing Theta's mess knife, slowly dragging it across his palms and the soles of his feet.
Rose stared in horror as the Doctor writhed and whimpered on the floor, eyes glassy and reflecting the same indigo glow as Gamzee's.
"Gamzee, please, stop! He's a friend of mine, he won't hurt you!" Rose begged, but Gamzee simply growled lowly.
This Doctor person was proving to be very entertaining. While Gamzee didn't want to necessarily kill the stranger, he had to admit that it was very enjoyable watching him be tortured. But Gamzee was quickly tiring out, he wasn't used to using his chuckle voodoos, especially for so long. After a few more minutes, each with a new horror for the Doctor, Gamzee finally called it quits and sat back, watching the Doctor's still form intently, watching for any signs of life.