"Yeah, I'm regretting it, too," the Doctor agreed. "When we're out of here, I think we should take an intergalactic cruise. One of those ships with the all-you-can-eat buffets that never stop refilling."

The smell of salt grew stronger the further down they went, and the walls appeared to bulge slightly. The ceiling stayed flat and shiny, in stark contrast to the walls they approached now.

"If you had to guess, trap or not trap---" the Doctor gestured down the hallway.