Romana's Room

A compact sleeping chamber aboard the Starliner, bathed in the sterile blue glow of diagnostic lighting. The air carries the sharp clinical scent of antiseptic, mingling with the faint herbal notes of Romana’s native Gallifreyan herbs. A single bunk dominates the space, its linens white but rumpled from disuse, while medical monitors pulse rhythmically by the pillow. Adric’s boots leave faint scuff marks on the metal floor plates as he moves between the bed and a small desk cluttered with discarded sensor readings. Shadows pool in the corners where maintenance panels stand slightly ajar, revealing frayed conduit insulation. The narrow doorframe shows fresh scrape marks as if something—possibly unwilling—was dragged through.