Escape from the Time Lock||Open
As the golden regeneration light and white light of the healing machine glowed around him, he let out a breath and laid back in thought. His mind was going 6000 billion miles per hour and he already had half a plan on getting back at the Doctor for letting him get trapped in the time lock. “Mordred. Call me Mordred.” His new alias as a human.
“Planning on killing King Arthur are we? Is that the...Master plan,” clapping his hands over his mouth he shuffled out of the room quickly, his muffled giggles growing fainter as he ran back to the console room. His new Time Lord certainly was funny, but still as bossy and as much of a prick as all the others, but it was something he was used to dealing with, although now...he could actually interact with his Time Lord. Oooh, he was going to have so much fun with this. The room changed around him while he continued to think about all the things he could do now. The ceiling became higher, vaulted with ribs like one saw in old Gothic cathedrals. There was spiked paneling that started at about 2 feet from the floor and embedded at the top of the paneling were purple lights.
Huge crystals hung down from the ceiling like a large chandelier and sitting beneath it was the console, a large black dome with lights flashing across it every now and then.
