billy: The Tardis flew into a building and BOOM we have time traveled into a maze thing, then someone can up to me and says this is the glade.

Rob: With the time machine, the Tardis, broken, We had come across a dilemma: The silver encasement in which we stood flashed red in warning and loud sirens blared like discordant trumpets. I looked at the Doctor, but his face was contorted in a cry of panic. He collapsed to the ground, mumbling, "The light...stop the light." And I knew then that he was epileptic, and incapable of fixing the Tardis. The sirens grew louder and my mind swarmed with thoughts. I had little time to think. Suddenly, A dial labeled 'stop sequence' caught my eye. My arm slammed into it and the sirens stopped, and everything went dark. My last sensation was hitting my head on the titanium-bolted floor...