"Well, at least you recognize the fact that a facility inside a giant tree knows you for what you really are: a senior citizen," Robin said, sticking out her tongue at the Doctor. But his words stuck with her.<em>One thousand and ninety...</em>Could he really be that old? She looked at him again, wondering at how he was even possible. Shaking her head, she started to walk around the large room, still able to hear the conversation between Jamie and the Doctor.<br/><br/>She looked at the treasures lining the room. About halfway along the right wall, she stooped and picked up a beautifully simple silver tiara. It was small and dainty, but amazingly intricate. Thin lines of silver wove in and out of each other, making an almost vine-like appearance. Small diamonds studded the lines, appearing at about half-inch intervals. Running a finger along its side, Robin smiled. Someone very special must have worn that crown. Setting it down gently, she moved on.<br/><br/>A painting caught her eye next. It was beautifully done, and looked like a Van Gogh... But not any she had seen before. It was a portrait of sunflowers, resplendent in a vase, and on the left side of the vase were the words "For Amy, Vincent." She wondered who Amy was before moving on to a miniature of the Statue of Liberty. Smiling, she broke off a piece and ate it. It was cinnamon, and quite delicious.<br/><br/>Then, she noticed the Doctor fiddling with a TV, and walked back over to join him. She gasped as the Daleks and warriors appeared on the screen. And when they began to kill, she cried out in sadness and clutched the Doctor's arm.<br/><br/>"We have to stop them," she said. "What do we do?"