"Hawk, Hawk, Hawk," The Doctor chided in a rather relaxed tone, "you are a noisy bird. Don't worry, we'll put you back in your cage soon."

This Carnival Corpse really had given her a lovely group to operate on. So many people with emotional connections. She hoped that whatever happened to this one made his dear sister scream. The wheel spun and spun, just barely moving past one spot and onto the "appendix" panel.

How absolutely disappointing.

"Are you ready, little bird?"