“What is this place?” Martha’s voice was barely above a whisper, breathless with wonder at what she was seeing.
“It’s… sort of a museum, or a gallery, the collected artworks of a hundred thousand civilisations, snatched away in the last few moments before they would have otherwise been destroyed by war or natural disaster, and preserved here for posterity.” The Doctor gestured towards a bizarre frieze that seemed to have been built into the gallery’s wall. “I remember this! It used to be in the throne room on Verdivex, before a meteor destroyed the entire planet. I never liked it.”