They step out of the TARDIS and into -- some sort of room. They're inside. And when the Doctor turns the lights on, Rose peers down the aisle curiously.
It's a museum.
An alien museum, and she studies each exhibit as they walk along the row. Some of these things she's never seen, but some--
"That's a bit of Slitheen!" She remembers the aliens from her present day (seven years ago here), the ones who infiltrated the Government and tried to take the planet. "That's a Slitheen's arm, 's been stuffed..." She leans down to examine it and squint at the label.
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Date: 2006-02-13 06:04 pm (UTC)It's a museum.
An alien museum, and she studies each exhibit as they walk along the row. Some of these things she's never seen, but some--
"That's a bit of Slitheen!" She remembers the aliens from her present day (seven years ago here), the ones who infiltrated the Government and tried to take the planet. "That's a Slitheen's arm, 's been stuffed..." She leans down to examine it and squint at the label.