Sure that the Doctor would stay where he was, Rose made her way down the attic stairs. The stairway was full of pictures on the walls gathering dust, giving Rose the feeling that no-one's been living here for a while. Rose gasped when she stepped on something made of glass, breaking it. It was a picture frame, or what was left of it now. Sidestepping the now-broken glass, Rose walked down the last few steps, into the living room. It looked normal, except for the abnormal darkness, like everything had an extra shadow. Rose felt an itch on her arm. Something was definitely not right here. She deliberately made her way back up the stairs,but it looked to her like the shadows were... moving. She walked over to the couch. "Doctor," She intoned. "I think we should get out of here."