"We're in the cafeteria, and it wasn't so much what they did to you as what you did to them," the Doctor spoke while rushing about the room they were in, tracing his finger tips along the walls. It seemed amazing that he could do so when they had just shifted through reality. His mind must have been more focused on the task at hand. "What you felt in that room was the psychic backlash from the incoming laser blast. The weapon was alive..." the Doctor's voice trailed off before he gazed at the ceilling and smiled a little. "A laser blast with conciousness, a suicide bomber, more effective than a heat seeking missile. We're up against some professional killers."<br/><br/>"What do we do now Doctor? Can we expect another attack?" Rogan asked as he helped place Harme on one of the many chairs scattered about the room they were in. Rows upon rows of white benches and tables stood before a large counter, filled with empty trays that would have contained piping hot food.<br/><br/>"We certainly can, but unfortunately the attack has already begun," the Doctor said before rushing to Robin's side and helping her to her feet. "Are you all right? The backlash from the dying weapon must have hit you quite hard."