“What is that noise?”
“It is the crowd master,” the hunchback replied as the Doctor moved to the small rectangular window to look below.
“What are they complaining about now?” the Doctor growled, his hands gripped to the bottom of the window with rage. “I haven’t tried to recreate life for at least two months now!”
“I know master, but that doesn’t matter to them.”
The Doctor glared at the rabble below who had now noticed him and were waving their flaming torches at him.
“Why?” he growled.
“Because they have a quota of torch wielding they have to fulfill.”