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The Doctor frowned as he clambered over the TARDIS exterior. It was bad enough that it had just dumped them into a featureless black void, but now the little blue light on top had gone out.
“It’s not even a real light bulb,” he grumbled.
“Doctor, look!”, his companion interrupted.
He stopped talking long enough to look up. Up in the air above them hung a line of text in glowing green phosphor. It read, in great monospaced letters:
IT IS DARK HERE. YOU ARE LIKELY TO BE EATEN BY A GRUE.
“Oh.” The Doctor’s eyes went wide. “Oh no.”