Will hadn't been quite certain what he expected from the inside of a book. Somewhere like the Lost Land, perhaps. Or perhaps as true to life as Caerleon had been, the time he had traveled though a painting to reach it.

This was not what he had expected at all.

He looks about himself with confusion. It takes him a moment to figure out why the patterns and colors on the field were so familiar.

"Are we supposed to play, do you think?"

He blinks at Rose's comment.

"Pardon? What is A Gallifreyan? Don't think I've heard of that before."