Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-35455126-20180922175927/@comment-36309590-20180926024813

Vitius looks over his map of the upper class district one more time before climbing into a nearby coffin to sleep. The night was his but not the day.

Not anymore.

Meanwhile, in the DRCF....

As yet another explosion goes off in the distance a woman wearing ornate golden-red robes runs by Sinclair's cell before stopping and muttering to herself.

"Where the hell did I leave my TARDIS!?" She hisses. "Damn machine! I told him that dimensional travel was dangerous! But did he listen? Nooo!" She pulls a strange looking device out of a pocket woven into her robes, presses a button on it (which causes it to make a high pitched whirring sound), and waves it at everything around her before staring at it intently.