4It's gloomy inside the tunnel of trees as the Tardis makes its way up the bumpy dirt track. The upper branches of the forest form a thick canopy overhead, interlocking above the road, blocking much of the sunlight, and the trees seem closer to the side of the road than Ross remembers.
Looking out the side window, he can't see far into the woods. Just a metre from the roadside it's a dense, lightless jungle of tightly packed tree trunks and brambles. On the way, they'd debated leaving the car by the lochside and cutting through the forest on foot in an attempt at a sneakier approach. They were, after all, intending to burn a building down. It made sense, but Luce was reluctant, and to be honest so was Ross. He remembers that last night in Boleskine, when he'd gone out into the trees looki
