Robin stared, dumbfounded, as the Doctor began speaking. Another trap... Another dangerous situation... Robin groaned. It was all her fault, too; if she hadn't been captured, they wouldn't even be here at all, and none of this would have happened. She felt horrible, but kept quiet, because the Doctor still hadn't stopped speaking.<br/><br/><em>"It knows everything Rogan. What do you think Robin was hearing? I had her scan constantly to keep track on the enemy. What I didn't realise was that the enemy was everywhere."</em>Her head dropped into her hands at his words; she should have tried harder, and maybe she would have been able to warn them... She made a crappy psychic, that was for sure.<br/><br/><em>"The replicator is a living thing, an alien of gigantic size, and we're inside it. It's a living stage set."</em>A gasp escaped her as he said this, and another jolt went through her head. This time, it was simply laughter. Evil, manipulative,<strong>gigantic</strong>laughter. Robin looked up, her eyes searching the room, wondering how anything sentient could model itself after something like this. It was incredible how little the people of her time knew about the universe.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry," she whispered in a choked voice, "I should have seen it... I should have been able to tell. This is all my fault. Mistress Harme... I'm so sorry." Her breath quickened as she heard the footsteps approaching. "Doctor... What are they? Are they going to kill us? Why does<em>everybody</em>like to put you in traps?"