"At last!" A gravely, harsh and deeply evil voice, my ears seemed to vibrate gently as the sound travelled through! It came from a chamber off the central stairwell, at this height it was the only room! More flickering light filtered from the opening. Cautiously I entered, my guide for once stayed where he was, head hung low almost bowing in awe of what was obviously his master! The smoothness of the floor butted up to the rough inner walls still black, the tower seemed black, not just in its colour, although I had been in the tower for some time that thought had only just occurred to me. The only solid object in the room was what looked like it was meant to be a desk but it was made from solid rock, the same rock as the tower but the smoothness of the floor was duplicated on its top surface. The voice had came from a figure stood in shadow behind the desk. Tall slim, very well dressed in total black. As the figure turned I glimpsed a strange red glow, deep in the figures eyes. It may have been the flickering flames that dimly lit the room, but there was something more, the back of my mind seemed to be scrambling for an answer that was moving away from it at pace. The figures face was lean almost skeletal, thin lips beneath a thin sharp nose that split two black orbs as eyes, no colour, the only thing that was not black was the skin, almost grey but it was hard to see in the poor light.

Blindly, nervously in awe the overwhelming size of the first room, I entered, a great hall with flame ridden torches flickering light around the expanse. With a grunt and a raised hand my giant guide showed me a door, well more like an arched opening, approximately a hundred feet diagonally to my left. I did as asked and walked towards another flickering light trying to hide its glare through the opening. I was confronted by stairs, lots of stairs, a huge spiralling staircase seemed to hang from nowhere, I trudged step after step my guide and companion following closely. After what seemed like an eternity we reached the top, we must have climbed at least a mile, the tower had narrowed and the edges had enclosed around us as we ascended. On flat ground at last my heavy weary legs felt as if they sighed with relief, my lungs burning and heart pumping heavily, my companion seemed not even to be slightly out of breath or even touched by the effort of the climb. Just then a voice bought me back to near awareness!

My first memory that makes any sense in my scrambled mind was one of standing at the foot of a tower too tall to see the spire, too wide to see its edges from where I had been placed. The flying creatures had gone, the dust settled on my shoes and the air was now still! The blackness of the walls could not hide the the rough almost brittle looking surface that made me feel ant like in perspective! A heavy leather clad foot step broke the stillness, followed by a huge mountain of what loosely could be described as man, almost Neanderthal in appearance, black hair covering a weathered looking face, sad drooping eyes that seemed dim in their expression. Fur from an unknown source made up what covering the body held to cover at least some modesty, hands that looked large enough to cup my whole head in just one and even crush it like an egg. He lumbered forward his intent unclear, too slow for an attack but still menacing enough for my legs to shake slightly, although rooted! He towered above where I stood my six feet height dwarfed by a further three or more! There were scars old and new on his torso, battles near and far ever present seemingly a history to this warriors past. A hand placed and pulled gently on my left shoulder beckoning me to enter the building.

Adam was now getting used to his surroundings inside the mind of the Doctor he new so well, he decided it was a good idea to have look around, investigate the mind of this brilliant but unfortunately single minded man. He had learnt that to understand a mind it is best to see it as rooms or compartments linked by corridors all interconnecting, all accessible from each other room or compartment, just a thought could take you from one to another instantly, the ones that control everyday things like walking, talking, breathing etc automated with light pulses passing between them and other rooms making the brain a visible, understandable form easy to navigate. Adam floated through the corridors checking numerous doors, all named or tagged, he pushed the door marked memories and floated across the threshold, wisps of lights rushed passed his body heading off in different directions; Adam held up a hand to touch one of the small balls of light, as it passed through his fingers he saw mathematical symbols written in white chalk on faded green, wooden framed board. The light pulse fled away continuing its journey following the corridors until it suddenly turned a ninety degree corner and disappeared from view. Inside the memory room there were more corridors leading to too many to count doors that appeared to go on into the distance at infinitum, each one named, all of the Doctors memories filed in order right back to his earliest thoughts, sights and sounds the further away they were the older they got and more difficult to access, as Adam flew past earlier and earlier doors they became more and more aged, he stopped for a moment the date on the door in front of him was dated fifty four year in the past and seeing that the Doctor was in his early sixties it meant these memories were from his early childhood, the door was old and worn, the hinges looked rusted, almost welded tight with rust, Adam tried the door, as he pushed he felt the stiffness of age fight back, as he struggled a new sensation washed over him, an awareness a feeling of fright - no terror! But not his own terror. Adam felt himself drawn back to the visual cortex, he needed to see something, the need was pulling him back, he didn't fight it, Adam let the force take him back, through the door to the visual cortex he passed then the images started to flow

Through the mist they came, as darkened skies fell, wings stretched in glide, the mist swirling at the tips of their pointed ends. A skeletal frame covered in a leathery thin skin that stretched taught between bones, veins and tendons sinewy weaving and pulsing across the flat areas. Their claws sharp, pierced my skin wrapping the talons through my flesh and around my collar bones, strangely I felt no pain, only the sensation of lift as the creature flapped its expanse of wings and soared into the sky. The full#moonvisible through a few blades of dark grey clouds, watched us intently as we flew across the space that was once the sky that inspired my mind. As dawn rose above the scarlet scorched earth of the land of which I have now become familiar with. This baron land home to those who the rest of the human race fear and dred, the creatures that rise in their nightmares and spawn all manner of horrors. I had been brought back time and time again, my only guess as to why, well I write! That is what I told myself on too numerous occasions, The Lord, the overseer of this place must want an account if what is here so the dreams, nightmares, tales, ghosts and ghouls had more impact and reality on the people in the living dimension from where I came!