He knew it was probably a trap. It all but had 'trap' written across it in huge, flashing letters, after all. The Master had been set on keeping him in this room before, so why would he leave the door unlocked now?
But even though he knew it was a trap, the Doctor knew he would try it anyway. There was the very, very faint chance that the Master, in thinking that he had complete control over the House and everything in it, would have left something the Doctor could use. A mistake, an open window, a piece of information... something like that. He had to try, even if it was entirely likely to end badly.
Besides, it was that or sit around bored with a puffy cheek and an aching stomach all night.
The Doctor moved slowly to begin with, nudging open the door and taking a look outside for any Drudges. Of course there weren't any to be seen; he was fairly certain that the House and the Master would allow him to get just far enough to think he'd made some sort of progress before they tried stopping him. That was alright, he was used to people trying that. The bit he liked was when he surprised them by getting that far and then even further before they'd worked out how. Now he just had to hope that he'd have a brilliant idea on how to do that before he got caught again.
The hallway and rooms beyond the one he'd been kept in were also dark, which didn't lessen the 'trap' feeling any further, but the Doctor continued anyway, carefully feeling his way around in the dark and sorely missing his sonic screwdriver. Without it or some other form of light, he had no way of knowing how many other doors or other possible exits he might be missing in the dark, meaning the House itself was guiding his footsteps now. Hardly an ideal situation there.
Something moved and the Doctor froze, taking a moment to check that yes, it wasn't the sort of movement he should expect from something in a dark room that wasn't a Drudge, then broke into a run. However, if the House was expecting him to try and run away from the Drudge, it was going to be surprised. The Doctor had no intentions of going back the way he came and instead darted forward, under a wooden arm and through the room, searching for some sort of light or outline that might suggest another door, hopefully one leading somewhere more useful.
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But even though he knew it was a trap, the Doctor knew he would try it anyway. There was the very, very faint chance that the Master, in thinking that he had complete control over the House and everything in it, would have left something the Doctor could use. A mistake, an open window, a piece of information... something like that. He had to try, even if it was entirely likely to end badly.
Besides, it was that or sit around bored with a puffy cheek and an aching stomach all night.
The Doctor moved slowly to begin with, nudging open the door and taking a look outside for any Drudges. Of course there weren't any to be seen; he was fairly certain that the House and the Master would allow him to get just far enough to think he'd made some sort of progress before they tried stopping him. That was alright, he was used to people trying that. The bit he liked was when he surprised them by getting that far and then even further before they'd worked out how. Now he just had to hope that he'd have a brilliant idea on how to do that before he got caught again.
The hallway and rooms beyond the one he'd been kept in were also dark, which didn't lessen the 'trap' feeling any further, but the Doctor continued anyway, carefully feeling his way around in the dark and sorely missing his sonic screwdriver. Without it or some other form of light, he had no way of knowing how many other doors or other possible exits he might be missing in the dark, meaning the House itself was guiding his footsteps now. Hardly an ideal situation there.
Something moved and the Doctor froze, taking a moment to check that yes, it wasn't the sort of movement he should expect from something in a dark room that wasn't a Drudge, then broke into a run. However, if the House was expecting him to try and run away from the Drudge, it was going to be surprised. The Doctor had no intentions of going back the way he came and instead darted forward, under a wooden arm and through the room, searching for some sort of light or outline that might suggest another door, hopefully one leading somewhere more useful.