It seemed to Robin that the feeling of the day, at least in her case, was confusion. The entire exchange was jumpy and made absolutely no sense. The Doctor thought that someone was leaving him messages, through time and space, to get him to remember something important. But if it was so important... Why hadn't they figured it out yet?<br/><br/>Any time Robin had unlocked some memory in the Doctor's head, it had taken only a word or a sentence. A rose... 'Fezzes are cool...' It had never taken something so convoluted and cryptic as this before. That, in itself, made Robin very nervous. What could it possibly mean? In her musings, she almost missed the Doctor changing the subject.<br/><br/>It was a good point, though. If these people had prisoners of some sort, why was the war-hungry alien not guarding them? It certainly seemed like an activity Strax would enjoy. As the Doctor walked toward the doors, Robin felt a plummeting feeling. She could only imagine that one thing would be important enough to keep hold of without wanting it to get destroyed...<br/><br/>Slowly, she walked after her friend, dreading what she knew she was going to see. When she reached the door, though, she still gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. All the humans - for they were clearly humans - were nearly lifeless, blank eyes unseeing, chests barely lifting in breath. A tear dripped down her cheek as she gazed at the people in the room. One of them was a face she'd seen on the wall of the TARDIS.<br/><br/>"Doctor," she said, unable to speak above a whisper. "What's wrong with them?"