The Doctor struggled, but it was in vain. The new creature, this thing that he theorized about but wasn't really properly ready to meet, was significantly stronger than he was.

"Feeding on our negative emotions, are you?" he called out. "Fear? Grief? What is that? A psychic link? How did you fix that?"

He wanted an answer, all he got was a face. The face of a huge, purple, melting creature, seemingly suspended in the clouds. Its huge maw was open, and it was swallowing colored bands whole.

"I'd make a very bad dinner," the Doctor said. He cringed. "Right, yes that never works. But you really, really don't want to eat me."