I see. So this place can just grab up anyone, take them, and send them back whenever it gets the notion to do that.

[ He's not fond of that idea in the least. ]

It's been five, no, six days now.

[ Not very long, in other words. ]

Not quite the word I would have chosen, but all right.

[ It's more than he's mildly annoyed by this. People should not be plucked up from their lives and trapped somewhere like this. It's not right, but so far as he can tell, there's little he can do about it. It doesn't mean he won't try, however. ]

Yeah, a little.

[ He's already heard the gist of the welcome speech, if that's a thing, though it was dampened a bit by the Weeping Angels. ]

So I've heard. I don't much like it, but I'm beginning to think that doesn't matter so much.

Well, yeah, if you let it get to you. Which I'm starting to think is what this place wants.

[ But he shrugs as well. ]

And unless there's a way to will ourselves back to where we came from, I'm also thinking we just have to deal with what's tolerable about the situation and fight back when things get thrown at us.

[ It's not really the ideal thing, or an ideal existence, but what else can they do? ]

[ Zombies. Is there anything this place can't conjure up? ]

Well, no, I wasn't, and I'm very sorry you had to experience that.

[ Concern causes his eyebrows to knit together, because it does not take a genius to tell that it's an unpleasant memory. ]

And as for that, well...

[ Again, he has that internal debate with himself about how forthcoming he should be. ]

Sort of, yeah.

[ It's not a satisfactory answer, but it'll have to do for the moment. ]

I suppose it wouldn't be a good idea to grow too complacent, though, because as I understand it, this place is a bit tricky.

[ It's odd, but he's both excited and dreading experiencing his first really terrible event, just to see the limits that Wonderland is capable of going to. ]

I would hope so. I mean, here we are, all in the same situation, with not really much of an advantage, or so it seems. It's better if we work together, although I know that doesn't always end up happening.

That's good, though, because if it were anything less, then I might grow bored too quickly.

[ And being bored is quite possibly his least favorite state of being. ]

I agree, though, at least a little. I wouldn't want everything to be predictable all the time, but sometimes, a little predictability is nice.

[ Says the man who rarely puts down roots anywhere, but he can appreciate a bit of a pattern, so long as it's just that: a bit. ]

There's going to be those types everywhere, of course. Nice to meet you, Isaac. I'm the Doctor.

[ If it was his own death, the Doctor might be alright with it. It's preferable to his friends and other important people dying, anyway. ]

No, not a superhero, just someone who tries to help make people better.

[ "Tries" being the operative word, but he really does want to help people. And, no, he's never had that as a guess before. Ten points to you, Isaac. ]

Of course it is, but I'm not a doctor, at least not in the sense you're thinking of.

[ Time to put the cards on the table. ]

I'm actually a time traveler.