First in the square, the effigy of a young Gallifreyan woman of 170 or so. Large eyes. Large lips. Short hair. Cute. Vulnerable. The second corner is a human woman... teacher type, with a tidy jaw and a fierce gentleness to the eyes. Upper right is President Romana, with her long hair and her quirking grin and her childish face. The last, upper left, is another human, a round-faced slip of a thing with never-ending legs, pouty lips, freckles. Large, wide eyes and a button nose.
Disinterested, Not-Kenny moves on to the next room. This room is smaller, lined with yet more of the frozen Gallifreyans. Some of them children.
“No imaginary monsters in here,” Flesh Kenny murmurs softly, making a show of looking around each statue in the three-figure pyramid adorning the center of this room.
Ice covers the walls, floor, everything; a sleepy facsimile of rich green ivy. Flesh Kenny looks down at the ground near the first statue of the three, a curvy, sisterly woman with shoulder length hair, wearing a vest. Another of the Doctor’s pet humans. There is no ice at her feet. Strangely, as in the room before this one, the ice seems to stop just before it reaches the effigies.
“Gives me the shakes,” he murmurs, before laughing and running his eyes and hands along the next statue, checking for disturbances in the cool white stone.
The statue is the second leg of the three-sided pyramid, and depicts the countenance of a sturdy, confident woman, full-bodied and regal in jodhpurs and endless waves of curls. Her full lips yawn a knowing smile.
Ah, River Song. How could he forget? Pompous wench. Always putting on airs.
Not-Kenny laughs again, cracking his neck as he comes to the final statue in the room.