Seeing the row of opened doors as they carefully walked through the hallway, Theodore, and Lila, on edge, as they carefully searched for any signs of whoever's lurking around the corner, the thought that there were people hiding behind the closed doors without them realizing, but neither heard them walking out.
Recalling the flour on the ground, it led them questioning if the people hiding behind the locked doors are the same ones that were in the lab, scuffling with the researcher.
Further leading into more questions on what happened to the others and what they were doing with these people, the photographs, so forth.
Light shining brightly from the torchlight, Theodore glances around, seeing into the empty rooms as they passed by them, inside some were labs, like the one they went into, storage, something peculiar, indeed.
Whatever purpose these research labs served, the only thing in common they have, revolved around photography.
Photography of an unusual sort.
Theodore ended up taking a photograph from one of the opened labs, holding light to it, seeing nothing but a blackened person in the corner of a four-walled room, cowering, even if he couldn't see the person clearly as the overexposure rendered the person nothing but a black void, he still saw the fear in the posture.
This person cowered as the photographer took a picture of them, even without the expression, the fear still conveyed through the body language.
Looking at the room closely in the picture, Theodore spots no cot on the ground, no window, nothing.
Relaying this to Lila, Theodore then reached out to Al, asking him to look for any disappearances, kidnapping, anything of that nature, which Al immediately replied that he's looking into it, while Theodore walked with Lila towards a different part of the building.
It's completely dark and from cursory glances, Theodore sees only one office, no other doors, and with Lila close to him, they walked towards it, finding that the door opened, and inside, chaos.
Papers strewn on the ground, desk overturned, broken potted plants with dirt covering the laminated floor, glass in areas near broken picture frames, and filing cabinets decimated, some looked like the Hulk squeezed them.
Carefully entering the office, the two scoured for clues, mindful of the broken glass, going through papers on the ground, sorting them, they find records, reports, but the ink smudged, and the pages ruined by something spilled, likely alcohol that was in a bottle on the desk.
Lila managed to salvage the desk plaque, broken in halves with a name on it, Johnathan Bradley.
Whoever he was, ended up in a scuffle, where they're uncertain if he survived his encounters, as there's no blood on the ground, any indicator he'd been wounded during it.
With the ruined papers, there isn't much to go on, and Al came back with news for Theodore.
As of now, there aren't people missing that fit the profile, Al triple checked.
"Did you find where the building's located?" Theodore inquired if Al found anything on that and the AI tells him that it's off-grid, that much he knows. All paid in bills, never on plastic, whoever did it played by the hilt, making sure no one found the building or what they've been doing.
"Johnathan Bradley, what about him?" Theodore relayed the discovery to Al and it took a mere minute before Al tells him that Johnathan Bradley was a formerly renowned researcher for Cambridge, but his descent into pseudoscience ended up destroying his reputation.
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The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who
FanfictionIt's never easy stepping into the shoes of the Doctor-more when you're his son-and so, begins the tale of Theodore Levy Smith. The son of the Doctor. Or specifically, his second son. His father's the progenitor of the title and it'd seem that the ti...