There's an instant of vertigo, and then the Doctor's shrinking, melting, being drawn and pulled down, like being stuffed into a box.
"Oh, my. This is... different," says Cassandra with the Time Lord's voice. "Goodness me, I'm a man. Yum. So many parts! And hardly used... Ah.. ah! Two hearts! Oh, baby, I'm beating out a samba!"
Rose, predictably and tiresomely, commands her out of him, but Cassandra is too taken with the new form to notice.
"Ooh, he's slim. And a little bit foxy. You've thought so too. I've been inside your head... You've been looking... you like it."
And that's about the time that the plague carriers break through the doors. Cassandra looks around the room frantically, realizing with a start that she's currently compressing the only mind who would get them out of this fix.
"What do we do? What would he do?? The Doctor-- what the hell would he do?!"
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Date: 2006-10-19 02:39 pm (UTC)"Oh, my. This is... different," says Cassandra with the Time Lord's voice. "Goodness me, I'm a man. Yum. So many parts! And hardly used... Ah.. ah! Two hearts! Oh, baby, I'm beating out a samba!"
Rose, predictably and tiresomely, commands her out of him, but Cassandra is too taken with the new form to notice.
"Ooh, he's slim. And a little bit foxy. You've thought so too. I've been inside your head... You've been looking... you like it."
And that's about the time that the plague carriers break through the doors. Cassandra looks around the room frantically, realizing with a start that she's currently compressing the only mind who would get them out of this fix.
"What do we do? What would he do?? The Doctor-- what the hell would he do?!"