The Doctor entered the coordinates and pulled a lever. The Tardis moved sideways, against his expectations. The Doctor held on to a handrail and gasped. "Well, perhaps it's this one..." he pushed some buttons, especially those who were currently flashing up, and started looking for the hammer.

"It's to your left" he heard a voice behind him and turned around.

Green was creeping towards the top of the stairs. "And I was wrong" she added, "You should have come and warned me about this."
The Doctor smiled.
He was relieved. At least a bit. He had hoped that she'd come by herself. The Doctor had kept vigil over her, he had watched her curling up, sobbing and tossing and turning in her sleep. She'd had a bad night's sleep. Not that it had been night but the basement was a lot darker. The Doctor figured that it would do her no harm to be alone from time to time.
Perhaps she even missed it.
And at the same time he could keep an eye on her. He was convinced that it was best not to tell her about the see-through floor.
Mostly because she had changed her clothes and mustn't know that the Doctor now knew that she was wearing white polka-dot lingerie.
Not that he had actually wanted to know.
He shrugged.
A fast vibration shook the Tardis and Green held on to the handrail at the end of the stairs. Slowly she crept towards the centre of the Tardis. Her path was interrupted only by the Doctor who got to his feet quickly.
"I won't ask you what you're doing" Green shouted as sparks flew and the sound intensity increased, "I know that you're going to kill us."
"Naw..." the Doctor replied "I wasn't planning on it."
"I hate your replies!" Green shouted back, "And don't you dare step on me." She clutched her fingers around some kind of metal pole, which was definitely useless like a lot in here, and got to her knees.
The Doctor reached down and pulled her to her feet.
"Isn't it safer just to stay on the ground?" Green yelled. The Doctor shook his head and pressed some buttons. When the Tardis finally moved to the right, he reached for a lever and pulled it.
"It's safest to stand on your feet" he explained, "When you're on the floor something might fall on top of you."
"Something like what?" Green asked.
"Something like me", he responded and moved her aside as he tried to grasp a few black cables.
"Are they supposed to be on the surface?" Green found the constant bouncing of the Tardis a bit annoying.
"Everything should be on the surface" the Doctor mumbled, "Otherwise it would be hard to reach."
An alarm went off. Green looked around irritated.
"Don't worry. It's supposed to do that" the Doctor assured her.
"But it could also indicate a malfunction" Green replied.
There was a loud rumble and Green lost her grip on whatever she was currently holding on to. She thought it to be some distorted version of a telephone receiver.

The Doctor grabbed her wrists at the last minute.
"It could indicate a malfunction" the Doctor explained, "IF, and that has to be said, if she wouldn't do it all the time. And don't offend her. She's very sensitive."

"SHE's a machine" shouted Green. There was a brief rumbling above her.
"A machine with sensations" the Doctor corrected her, "and please stop it, or otherwise I won't be able to land her at all."
"The next time you're trying to land this thing I want you to lock me up in the basement" Green mumbled.
"I'll remind you" the Doctor replied.
"Fine!"
Green sighed and closed her eyes.
She tried to come to rest. She was still tired. She didn't sleep well down in the dark and steamy basement. Although... she didn't know why. She thought she'd be used to that by now.
Green thought that she remembered a nice cellar. Not that big, a bit damp but definitely dark. And that was it what made it so exciting.
She seemed to remember now. She hadn't been allowed to bring home guys and was therefore forced to meet them in the basement – otherwise her brother would have noticed them.
It was strange, though. Green couldn't remember WHO had been there with her in the cellar.
Of course she remembered WHAT they had been doing.
But just no... Names. No faces. Simply nothing.
She couldn't even remember if it had been the same guy every time she remembered being with someone downstairs.
But she had reason to doubt that.
The humming noises grew closer. Worriedly she opened her eyes only to find that the sounds were not from the outside but the inside. They were in her head.
Green held her breath and closed her eyes.
And here we go again...

The voices were always the same. Metal. Distant. Repetitively monotonous.
Always.
Approaching.
Always.
Louder.
Always.
Obe...

"I've got some good news for you, Green" the Doctor stroked Green's back carefully and thereby brought her back into reality again. Well, almost.
Her ears were still affected by the strange sounds, which seemed to shatter her memories as well as her head, and therefore she was unable to even hear a word the Doctor said.
She shook her head slightly and rubber her eyes.
"I beg your pardon?" she mumbled.
"I said the good news is that we've succeeded a perfect landing. And the Tardis is still in one piece." The Doctor stopped. "At least I hope so..."he mumbled before rushing out through the slammed open doors.
Green just stood there and listened to the echo of the fading voices.

"It's alright" she heard the Doctor shouting from the outside before he popped his head through the open door "No scuffs, no scratches, everything's fine."
Green nodded.
Too bad, Green thought, it would serve the old lady here perfectly right.
"So, we'll better get going" the Doctor stepped through the doors again. Green still held on to the handrail, but was loosening her grip. She lowered her hand absent-mindedly.
"Everything alright?" asked the Doctor. Green nodded. They were gone. For now, the voices were gone. And they wouldn't come back.
If she never closed her eyes ever again...
"Green?"
Green looked up with tired eyes.
The Doctor pushed her hair out of her face and watched her eyes carefully.
"I'm sorry" Green blinked a few times. She didn't see the Doctor's eyes.

I mean, of course she could see them. They were right in front of her. But that wasn't what felt so strange about it. No, she felt. She felt his eyes touching hers.
Not in the human-flabby-slippery-slick-vitreous-body-touching-nonhuman-flabby-slippery-slick-vitreous-body-while-their-vitreal-fluids-are-mixing- kind of way.
She felt as if she felt his glare on her body. On her face.
He scanned her.

The Doctor took his eyes off her and sighed.
"I'm sorry" repeated Green and shook her head.
That was some truly disgusting thought that had crept in. Wherever it came from.
(And the author had to rub his eyes for minutes to get rid of the sickening feeling caused by his body fluids.)

The Doctor put one arm around her.
No wonder she was behaving strangely. Her mind was falling apart. It seemed as though it would slowly rip itself into pieces.
Piece by piece. Memory by memory.
Split in half.
It didn't surprise the Doctor at all that Green had shivered at the mere thought of the clocks simply giving up in the Tardis.
Her mind didn't know as well in which direction it should move.
The good thing was that it hadn't stopped. Until now.

Green tried to free herself from the firm grip of the Doctor.
"Green" mumbled the Doctor "Green, listen to me." He held on to her right shoulder when she tried to turn away.
"Green, whenever you've got the feeling that something's wrong... with me...or that's something's wrong with you... when you're not feeling not well at all..."
Green stared at him doubtfully; her big eyes widened with mistrust.
"Just... let me know" the Doctor concluded and patted her on the shoulder.
Green looked forth and back between the Doctor and the place where he'd touched her.

She moved her hands as if she was brushing dust off her shoulders.
"You think I'm gonna die..." she mumbled.
"What? No!"
"You're acting weird. Really weird. Weirder than normal."
Green took a step towards him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong with me" the Doctor tried to calm her down.
"And with me?" asked Green.
"Green, there's nothing to worry about. Absolutely nothing."
"Are you trying to be nice again?" Green inspected him suspiciously. Eventually the Doctor gave in. "Yes..."
"Don't" she commanded. "Just don't!"

The Doctor let out a long drawn-out sigh at the same time as Green; inevitable they searched each other's gaze.
"Don't apologize" admonished the Doctor.
"And don't try to change the subject" added Green.
He looked at her surprised.
"Alright" admitted Greed, "That won't work."
She took a deep breath.
" I apologize."
"So..." started the Doctor and opened the doors of the Tardis again. "The sun's a remarkable colour this time of the year."
Green moved up.
"What colour?" she asked the Doctor.
"Well, it's hard to tell, actually. But it's got to be something between a light turquoise and deep purple, changing at least twenty times per second. You barely see it."
The Doctor stepped back into the Tardis and consulted the computer again.
"Unless, of course" added the Doctor and scratched his neck, "this is around solstitium, because in that case it's just plain bright white."
"And how can you tell?" Green wanted to know.
The Doctor smiled at her and flung the doors of the Tardis open again.
"Let's have a look, then."
Green followed the Doctor and stepped carefully out of the Tardis.
She couldn't see the ground. Green didn't dare to move. Everything was just... white.
Plain white, like the Doctor had said.
And it was too bright to even see a sun.
Green tried to squint against the sun.
"Welcome to Anewworld" sighed the Doctor. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
"A new world?" repeated Green wondering.
"No, no, no. It's Anewworld, not "A new world" or "Anew world", they're really different; mind my words."
"They exist as well?"
"No Green, that was only a joke. And you talk about the Time Lords being unhumorous..."
"So..." Green tried helplessly to open her eyes. It wouldn't work. She blinked all the time. She couldn't see anything, except for the silhouette of a tall and thin figure against the brightly glittering surrounding. The Doctor looked even skinnier than usual.
Green winked.
Creepy.

"So, where are we?" asked Green.
"Anewworld" replied the Doctor.
"But I thought you said..."
"Yes, I know, I'm sorry for causing confusion. This planet's called Anewworld."
"In one word?" asked Green irritated "Anewworld without distances between the letters?"
"Well, it's an interesting story..." the Doctor sighed. For all Green could tell he was observing the surrounding. "...not that I know anything about it."
Green tried to breathe in deeply. The air felt strange...
(Alright, "the air felt strange" was nearly as dumb as saying "the water sounded liquid" or "lemonade listens to you breathing" and even the author knew it... but he'll find a proper displacement, he promises)
The air tasted strange. She had to try harder to breathe it in. As if it struggled to get away from her...
"Green?"
Green turned, trying to face the direction from where she thought she'd been called.
"You don't see anything at all, do you?" asked the Doctor and stopped right in front of her. His eyes were gleaming; they were nearly as bright as everything else around her. Only his face seemed to be visible due to the small shadows that seemed to form the surface.
"Take these" mumbled the Doctor. Green didn't raise her hand, she didn't see neither what the Doctor tried to hand her nor where his hands actually were. The Doctor sighed again. He grasped her right hand, opened it carefully and placed something strangely shaped inside of it.
"Good thing I've always got sunglasses on me" explained the Doctor. Green carefully put them on.

The Doctor, still standing in front of her, grinned broadly.
"Can you see me now?"
Green nodded with caution and started looking around.
"Great" exclaimed the Doctor, "Then we'll better get going."
"And where are we going?" asked Green uncertainly.
"Exploring."

Green had to cover her eyes from time to time even though she was wearing the Doctor's sunglasses. The wind was chilly and strong. It even seemed to carry some of the white, sand-like particles that covered nearly everything.
Green looked down. The paving stones were grey. The Doctor seemed to be following a vast and plastered road that led to...

"The surface's fascinating" explained the Doctor, "It's quite unique. You'll hardly find a planet as beautiful as this one."
"Doctor, are those trees?" The Doctor looked in the direction where Green was pointing.
"I s'ppose" he mumbled. "Do you want to get closer?"
"Why do you ask?" Green had stopped behind the Doctor.
"I mean, we could go...There's nothing to be said against it."
Green sighed. She didn't like it when the Doctor was talking in riddles. She didn't even like him in her own imagination, when he had had a shower in her bathroom back home, and still being witty. Even if he had known himself that he had simply been her imagination. But he had to be the one that rubbed it in, that could explain everything to her. He must have really enjoyed it.
Whoever he had been.
No, Green shook her head. No more hiding around the bush or beating around the curtains.
"Why do you ask?"
The Doctor noticed a slight increase on Green's self-esteem. Or whatever it preferred to call itself.
"I don't want to give you the impression that I'm pushing you around constantly" the Doctor talked slowly and with a soothing voice, "Well, not all the time, actually. But I'm just as new to this planet as you are. So, why shouldn't I let you decide where we go first?"
"First?" asked Green wondering.
"We've got to explore the whole area, that's what I was referring to" explained the Doctor.
"You're being nice again" Green pointed out.
The Doctor sighed.
"But if you hadn't been to this planet before..." Green thought out loud, "how come you know about the strangely coloured sun?"
"The Tardis knows about it" explained the Doctor.
"The Tardis knows about it" repeated Green mockingly.
"And I have been to this planet before" added the Doctor, ignoring her comment, "but that was before the second sun had risen."
"So they've got two suns now?" asked Green while both of them walked towards the trees.
"Had" corrected the Doctor, "they coincided, simply collapsed into each other's arms and formed a new, bigger and brighter sun."
"No wonder you can't see a thing" Green concluded "It's got the power of two suns now." She thought for a moment and then added: "But how did this affect the creatures that have been living here."
"That's why we're here" replied the Doctor gloomily, "No contact had been established since the new sun had been born. No messages, no communication, just strange signs of life, nothing more." Green clutched at the Doctor's arm automatically.
"Oh, but don't worry." The Doctor tried to appease her, "The species that had populated this planet had always been harmless. They were really polite, actually." He winked at her. "But I guess, you wouldn't like them after all. There too NICE for you, I s'ppose."
Green growled under her breath and walked faster. She reached the tree before the Doctor.
It looked like a tree, even at a close range.
The greyish bark hung down from the trunk in thick stripes, revealing a softer, white bark beneath the top layer. It looked like a birch tree.
Green pulled on it carefully.
It even felt like a birch tree's bark. It got the same kind of texture on the inside and the brittle flaking exterior to protect the soft sapwood. The tree was swaying in the wind slowly; its leaves were gently floating down to the ground.
Of course, she thought. The tree seems pliable; if they're related to birches they're probably lacking heartwood as well.
Green folded her arms.

Great, she thought, all that's been left over from my brain are bad memories and unnecessary scientific knowledge.

The Doctor snatched the piece of bark out of her hands.
"It looks like a birch" mumbled Green.
"It looks exactly like a birch tree" the Doctor put on his glasses and expected the fibrous wood in his hands.
"But how is that possible?" asked the Doctor. "It's entirely identical. And that can't be. You can't simply move a plant from one planet to another and it doesn't change at all. That's not how nature works." He turned to Green and removed the glasses again.
"You're from the twentieth century, you must have had a garden with a tree or something in it, or maybe some flowers, or just something that's... green..."
Green sighed.
The Doctor hemmed and hawed for quite a time until he continued: "Yeah, I know, sorry for the expression. But you know. Humans like nature and they usually try to keep it close to them. Or probably you've seen a..."
"We had a garden" answered Green icily but was surprised at herself for remembering it.
"Good" the Doctor went on "Then you're probably seen that some plants are thriving and prospering while others' conditions are worsening and they're dying. I know in the end they're all dying, but some just can't get adjusted to the living conditions."
"Some of us are really born to die..." mumbled Green.
The Doctor frowned. "It's okay for you to say that. But if I would have mentioned anything..."
"I'm sorry." Green sighed. "I kind of got carried away while you kept talking."

"The thing is" concluded the Doctor, "Every time you move a plant, transfer it or let it grow on a different soil you change the plant. You give a tree more light- it will grow higher and higher. You give it less water..."
"I know, I know" interrupted Green, "that's one of the stupid things I still recall."
"Therefore" the Doctor went on, "it's impossible that this one's a real tree like they grow on planet earth."
He pulled out the sonic screwdriver and scanned the tree. Green pressed her palms against her ears again and started to hum.
"Fascinating" the Doctor took a closer look at results shown by the screwdriver. "Precisely reconstructed in every detail."
Green lowered her arms. "So, Doctor..." she tried to catch a glimpse of the sonic screwdriver's outcome before continuing: "What it is?"
"Plastic."
The Doctor knocked at the trunk.
"It's simply plastic. On the outside..." the Doctor walked around the tree and eventually touched the trunk again near the ground in a squatting position. He knocked carefully, removed a few strips of the bark and used his sonic screwdriver again on it.
There was a creaking noise and Green watched in astonishment how a big crack was forming on one side. The tree broke open.
"..and probably plastic on the inside as well..."

Green helped the Doctor separating the two split parts of the false tree by pushing them apart.
"It's amazing" mumbled the Doctor, "have a look at that, will you?"
Green stared at the inside of the tree in bewilderment.
"Recreated true to the original with loving attention to the details" explained the Doctor. "Looks like a tree even from the inside. Someone has taken a great deal of trouble to get it to look like that."
He stood up again.
"But what for? Why would anyone built a full scale model of a tree?"
"Because they don't grow?" asked Green uncertainly.
The Doctor shrugged. "But it sure would be easier just to stick to botany."
"But if they CAN'T grow trees here?" Green went on.
"Then why set them up in the first place?" replied the Doctor, "If you can't have them that's that. They're probably can't even adjust on this planet."
"But if peopl... someone wants to have trees so badly?"
The Doctor turned around and walked towards the plastered road again.
"No, no, no, no..." the Doctor kept mumbling until he felt the cobblestones under his feet once more, "Why would anyone do that?"
Green shrugged.
"Well, positively worded, the good news is that we know that there are still creatures alive on this planet." The Doctor followed the road, although Green would have preferred turning around and leaving the planet to those living things which are contented with this planet. Apart from the lack of trees, of course.

"Green," Green listened attentively after being called by the Doctor, "I'm not for a moment saying that your race, your species, your civilisation, or whatever you'd like to call it, is in any way not as advanced or developed as any other species... and I don't intend to insult you but... Do YOU have any idea why anyone would set up a plastic tree in nature?"

Green reflected on his words.
It WAS an insult, obviously. Only it was hard to find among this nonsense.
"So you want to ask me what I think of decorating wildlife with plastic plants because you think that my race's probably as primitive as the one inhabiting this planet and therefore I might have already experienced similar underdeveloped behaviour."
"You've got such a nice way of putting it" sighed the Doctor "and I didn't intend to be disrespectful in any way. I simply asked for your opinion."

Green folder her arms again.
"There used to live an old lady two blocks away. Her front yard was covered with grass, but it was fake grass made out of plastic. She said she couldn't take care of a garden anymore."
Green increased speed to outrun the Doctor and turned around to him.
"And why am I telling you this anyway?"
The Doctor shrugged and kept moving.
Green didn't give in that fast.
Eventually the Doctor replied: "Because I asked you."
"So, why did you ask?"
"Because the only things you seem to be able to recall are trifles and tiny little details. Nothing more. But you know it's called "to recollect something". And why is it called "to recollect"? Because you've got to collect your fragmented memories before recollecting them again. And that's why I keep bothering you with insignificant questions."

Green walked beside the Doctor silently.
She regretted asking him for his reasons. The Doctor had actually tried to help her.
And, to be honest, she wouldn't have believed him if he had told her that he actually wanted to help her.
Green planned on being kinder to him. Unless, of course, he started teasing her again.
The Doctor was a mystery. She just didn't get him, at all. The whole concept of him calling himself a Doctor, travelling through space and time...
Green sighed.
It was just weird!
Green was amazed that she stayed calm and still followed the Doctor.
Not that she knew what she should have done right now instead. Well, something like sneaking up behind him and knocking him down sounded more appropriate somehow, actually.
But Green didn't feel like giving him a blow on the head. And, apart from that, she would have needed a stepladder.

"Looks like a city ahead, doesn't it?"
Green's gaze drifted into the distance. Against the gleaming white horizon darker shapes were rising. "Darker" was in fact an appropriate description. The contours were white, as well.
But Green couldn't have imagined in her wildest dreams that there was more than white.
White may infinitely be combined and classified in other whites, some of them sparkling, others glistening, gleaming, dull shimmering or discreetly glittering. But it would have been a shame to call the most jaded shade "grey".

Green started doubting the existence of other colours in general. At least they didn't seem to be found on this planet. Or, and that was her second choice, she had already gone blind. Or mad. Or both.

Green breathed out deeply, although it was more of a sigh than actually of a breath.
"You're not saying much" the Doctor pointed out.
Green shrugged.
"You're not nervous, are you?"
"No, I guess I'm not" hissed Green. Somehow the constant brightness seemed to cause a headache.

"Can you hear your own footsteps?" asked the Doctor.
"What kind of a question is that?" replied Green, on edge.
The Doctor pressed his index finger against his lips after hissing: "Just listen..."

Green stopped and tried. She couldn't hear. She couldn't hear anything except for the breathing in her head. She didn't seem to hear with her ears, which sounded silly, because hearing had to have something to do with an ear. You couldn't spell hear without ear, for a start.
Green held her breath.
Nothing from the outside. It all came from the inside.

"Must be a unique phenomenon caused by particular surroundings, although the individual components are still a mystery to me. But it must affect the audibility, in relation to the sound power; possibly even the audible range and the audible spectrum. Therefore you hear my voice inside your head; you can't tell where I'm standing right now."
Green looked around in horror.
"Don't worry, I'm behind you. But the strange thing is it's not as if you can hear what I'm thinking."
"No, I think what you're saying" added Green.
"Call it whatever you like" mumbled the Doctor "But I must admit this is quite fascinating. I wonder how far those sound waves can be propagated..."
The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver. Green grasped his hands. "No, no, no, please don't do that! I'm standing too close to you and if this is transmitted into my head, I'm gonna scream! Don't activate it!"
The Doctor looked back and forth between Green and the sonic screwdriver. "But how am I supposed to encounter information without it?" asked the Doctor "I need the sonic screwdriver." "No, you don't need it Doctor" replied Green hurriedly, "you're a genius; you've got lots of experience and an incredible power of deduction. You don't need the screwdriver at all."

For a moment the Doctor looked puzzled; then he put the sonic screwdriver back into his pocket. "Blimey" mumbled the Doctor in her head "You've never talked like this before."
Green breathed a sigh of relief after the screwdriver had vanished.
"You must be scared to death of that thing."
Green nodded approvingly.
"If only I knew how I could alleviate your fears..." mumbled the Doctor and his mind seemed to be racing again.
"Oh, don't worry about me; you don't have to, really..." she replied and smiled panicly "just don't take it out of the pocket ever again. Or at least not on this planet. Just keep it in there, don't allow it to make any sound at all and we'll be sound and safe."
The Doctor cocked an eyebrow. Green sighed.
"I'm sorry Doctor, but I... I just can't stand it. You know... it's like the sound of fingernails on a blackboard... IF you know the sound of fingernails on a blackboard, did you have blackboards in Gallifrey?" "Yes, but no fingernails."
"Really?" replied Green and looked at his hands. He sighed.
"Look Green, we're not that different. Well, of course we're different but in another way..." Green moaned. "Is this going to be one of those things again that I don't understand, because I can't understand because I don't know what it would feel like if I knew that I could?" The Doctor looked at her surprised. "Because in that case you can stop right now. I don't understand that at all."
"Look, I just wanted you to know that you don't have to ask me such things" explained the Doctor "We nearly look the same. And of course I have fingernails, stop staring at my hands! And we're not too different; that's all. And if I don't know what you're talking about I'll let you know, alright?"
Green nodded.
"And to you the sound of the sonic screwdriver is like fingernails on a blackboard?" concluded the Doctor.
Green nodded at first but then shook her head again. They kept walking towards the city.
"It's like thousands of fingernails scratching on one blackboard at the same time and you can hear the way it must feel when they're breaking and splintering off... as if there was a sound for reopening old wounds...or electrocution."

Green walked silently behind the Doctor.
"Well..." he broke his silence after a while "Then we'll have to do without it. Could work, I s'ppose."
"I'm sorry" added Green uncertainly.
"Naw, don't feel sorry about it" replied the Doctor "It's not the first time I have to do without my sonic screwdriver; I've lost it a few times before, in combat, on the run, on a glacier..." Green gave him a doubting glance. "My fingers froze and it simply slipped out of my hands... The point is: it's not a disadvantage - it's a challenge."
Green kept quiet; but it was an approvingly-keeping-quiet.

"When push comes to shove" continued the Doctor in a lower voice, "...however I'm sure your brain wouldn't explode."
Green swallowed. "Don't say that!" yelled she "Don't remind me..."
"I'm... I'm sorry..." muttered the Doctor and turned around to Green, "I didn't mean to unsettle you, that was just..."
"It brings back horrible memories" Green went on "he always kept talking about that..."
"Who?" asked the Doctor alarmed.
"This guy..." replied Green, "he always used to... I don't know who he was, but... he kept talking about pushing and shoving... he used that phrase quite often... not always under these circumstances...more like" Green broke off in mid-sentence and didn't dare to look up to the Doctor.
The Doctor kept quiet, although he didn't know if it was in embarrassment or frustration.

For a moment she had him really worried, HE had actually worried about a girl, that...

"You're not going to talk to me ever again, are you?" asked Green uncertainly.
The Doctor shook his head.
"So..." Green went on "Was this as in "No, I'm not going to talk to you ever again?" or more like in "No, I'm going to talk to you again but after I'm done with feeling vicarious embarrassment"?"
"Just don't say another word until we're in the city" hissed the Doctor between gritted teeth.
"Got your point" mumbled Green and followed him silently.

After passing several trees, which were made out of plastic as well as Green assumed, they ended up between giant buildings; it looked as if they had jumped right out of the white background; they didn't appear they were just... there. If you stood on the right spot.
The ground was covered with gravel, but the grinding beneath the feet wasn't audible. No natural sounds... as if there was nothing to hear... no nature you could hear...

Green turned around and looked. It was hard to see where they had come from. Their path disappeared between the buildings and got swallowed by the white nothing as well.

"What is this place?" mumbled Green absentmindedly. "Some creatures may call it home" replied the Doctor and walked towards a giant glassy complex. "Though it's strange" he mumbled "haven't seen anything so far. No signs of life. Simply nothing."
The automatic door in front of the Doctor opened as he stepped closer. Cool air flowed out of the building. Green turned around.
"The air inside there is different" whispered the Doctor and smacked his lips noisily"it tastes different. Sadly, I'm unable to verify my assumption..." "It's just a screwdriver" replied Green "nothing but a screwdriver! It can't be that important."
"Well..." the Doctor entered the building through the open door "let's find out how far we can get without it." Green followed him unwillingly. Something about the building looked daunting. And it felt as if both of them were alone. And that was a bad thing to feel.
There's nothing wrong with noticing that there's a giant hairy monster behind you which had planned on tearing you limb from limb, in Green's opinion. (The author couldn't quite agree, though. He figured that there was A LOT wrong with a monster that wanted to tear you limb from limb.)

Because, she thought, it was a lot better than a monster you didn't notice.
You fear what you can't see.
(Well, the author feared a lot of those things he could actually see as well, but he was unworthy to speak.)
And Green didn't like feeling nothing. She turned around. She'd lost sight of the Doctor and got nervous.
"Doctor?!"
"Green, just go exploring" the muffled voice of the Doctor was within her head. She nearly jumped; she had already forgotten about the strange methods of communication on this planet. "I can still hear you breathing. You're not far away. And there's no one around here." "Alright" answered Green uncertainly "I hope you'll be able to locate where my screams were coming from."
Green walked through an automatic door. The intensely illuminated room led to a corridor with several doors; those doors had handles. Green deduced that not everybody should be able to enter those rooms. And she felt stupid as soon as she realized that this was probably something the Doctor would have said.

The first two she tried were locked. There was a small window on every door through which you could take a look inside. IF you could take a look inside. Most of the rooms were dark, just little red and blue lights were flashing up every once in a while. But Green figured it wasn't that bad after all. At least this way she wasn't tempted to enter the rooms.

"Seen anything?" asked the Doctor in her skull. She shook her head.
"Green, I can't see you. Did you forget about answering or weren't you listening?" "I weren't listening" hissed Green "and there seems to be nothing here, either. Just locked rooms, dark rooms..."
She pushed down another handle – the door opened. Green stopped halfway through the door.
Did she really want to go in there?

Well, the author would have said that she didn't want to go into the dark room. He definitely didn't want her to go in there because then he was forced to deal with the things that were hiding in the room and he know what they were and what they could be doing and how Green could have ended up... and even if they killed her, if they were going to rip her face from back to front forth and back twice before dislocating her bones and tearing flesh from veins... then he would still be forced to describe it. And now the author found himself choking on the pencil he had bitten in half just by the mere thought of one of his main character's dying. After he'd dislodged most of the wooden bits from his tongue he had found enough self esteem cowering under his writing desk to carry on with the story...

So Green was about to face indescribable atrocities as soon as she'd walk through the door.
Which she didn't do.
(And the author thanked her therefore.)