She couldn’t. It felt as if she was encased in concrete, unable to move. Like in a nightmare, where you’re trying to run but your legs won’t do a thing. But she knew that she was awake. Her vision gradually cleared, and the nausea more or less subsided. She’d materialised inside the Mantodean stronghold, or so she assumed. Unable to twist her head round, she could see only the door in front of her and bits of the wall surrounding it – but at least she could move her eyeballs. After a bit of concentration, she found she was able to blink too. She tried speaking, but could produce nothing more than a noise in her throat. Something to practise, though. She wondered if the Doctor was seeing what she was seeing. Was he sitting in front of a screen, gazing at an image of that very door, those very bits of wall? She assumed that the disc on her forehead had some sort of camera inside, as well as the technology that enabled the Doctor to control her. Suddenly, almost without her realising it, her right arm began to move.
