When the Doctor said that it was a game, and that all the children were real... Robin couldn't help but pull Harry closer to her side. Looking down at him, her expression grew sad and scared. He was only a little boy, younger than her own brother, and here he was being subjected to an unspeakable act of hatred. It seemed impossible that any race in any universe could be cruel enough to risk the lives of small children.<br/><br/>"I'm glad you didn't teach them the Patronus, then," Robin said shakily, looking around the room as if in search of a camera of some sort. "I don't think I could handle Dementors just yet. What are we going to do, Doctor?" Looking down at Harry again, she got very, very angry. "And what sort of disgusting people could do this to children?"<br/><br/>"Harry," came a voice from behind them. Turning, Robin saw that Ron had gone very pale, and was looking wide-eyed at her and the Doctor. "I think you need to get away from them. They're<em>completely mental.</em>"