The pain had completely knocked Robin unconscious. And as she slept, she got no reprieve from the pain. It was total agony, even in her sleeping mind. Weeping as she tried to run away from it, she traveled down seldom-used corridors in her brain, almost as if she was in a large building filled with unopened, dusty rooms. But try as she might, she couldn't wrench the doors open.<br/><br/>And the pain found her no matter which way she ran.<br/><br/>Suddenly, though, it vanished, and Robin found herself coughing her way back into consciousness. Her eyes flew open and immediately locked onto the Doctor. She tried her hardest to smile at him - she really wanted to - but her face felt as though it was on fire and movement was too painful to bear. A moan came from her, soft and low and hoarse.<br/><br/>On top of the pain in her face, her head felt like it was going to explode. With every heartbeat it pounded mercilessly, the pain never dulling. She wondered if she would ever stop feeling this way.<br/><br/>"How dare you," the Doctor whispered, and through her pain, Robin almost felt sorry for the Slitheen. They probably had no idea what they were in for. They were all hissing at him, their horrible faces contorted in anger and fear. The man who had been speaking to Robin lifted a hand to his forehead and began to... unzip his skin. He then pushed it down and kicked it off like a pair of pants.<br/><br/>"Doctor," he growled, standing at a good nine and a half feet tall, "We were looking for you. This girl would not tell us where you went, so we extracted her memories. She is interesting, I will give her that. But now that we have you, we have no more need for her. You've come to your death, Time Lord." The Slitheen pulled out guns and other weapons of various sizes, shapes, and materials.<br/><br/>And they were all pointing them at the Doctor.