The Dentist gasped and breathed in, sort of gasping and choking at the same time. He was stuck in a sort of pod-thing, and he started getting up, and it whirred and steamed, then it opened. He saw he was in a large room, and outside of the room was empty space. Next to him were other pods, some staring whirring and steaming, as well. In the center of the room, there was multiple rectangular machines. He stretched, and he guessed he'd been asleep for... well, who knows how long. He stepped out his pod, and when he did, his knees went wobbly and he leaned on the side of a pod, as he was about to fall. When he regained his balance and his legs got used to the sensation of standing, he looked about the room. All he could remember was a man, a man of their species... He thought for a moment, then he snapped his fingers as he remembered. He was a Timelord, and that man was the Doctor! He taught him and other Timelords how to time travel, and such things, but not much more. He knew the man was dead, now, as he had told him the pods would only open when the Doctor died. He felt his hearts beat. That felt pretty good, after years of sleep. He decided to wait for the other pods to open before he did anything.
