DOCTOR: I ploughed down corridors and scarpered through a bewildering variety of rooms and spaces, many of them crammed perplexingly with items of furniture. Stately antiques from all periods of history, not just Earth, but of other planets, including Gallifrey. There were treasures from a thousand worlds, and portraits stern and smiling, fond ... and unfamiliar. In my rabid-like stupor I began to wonder who all these people were. Was I supposed to know them? Faces, and faces upon faces. Was I supposed to remember all of these? Holograms flickered and danced alongside the oil paintings, the multidimensional statues, the limpid water-colour sketches.

(Door opens - classical music playing.)

DOCTOR: There were rooms filled with chamber music...

(Door opens - laughing crowd.)

DOCTOR: Rooms filled with laughter....

(Door opens - rushing water.)

DOCTOR: Rooms filled with the thunderous applause of waterfalls...