The Doctor was running.
Gunfire exploded around him, blasting holes in the walls of the narrow corridor. He could see Amy ahead of him, baby Melody clasped to her chest, her red hair flying out behind her as she ran. Rory was behind him, he could hear his footsteps, his harsh breathing. The soldiers were gaining on them, but they were almost there: he could hear the TARDIS, he could feel it...
They rounded the last corner and he saw it: the doors of the lift were open and through them the blue painted wood: they were going to make it, he ran harder-
He hadn't realized he had tripped until he hit the ground; his chin smashed into the floor and blood filled his mouth as he bit down on his tongue. Kovarian's soldiers were on him in an instant, seizing his arms, hauling him into a standing position. Rory, who had sprinted past him when he fell had stopped, halfway between the Doctor and the TARDIS.
"Go!" screamed the Doctor struggling with the soldiers. "Go!"
Amy was at the TARDIS, her back pressed against the door, baby Melody in her arms. Rory hesitated.
"Go!" he screamed again "Take care of your baby, just go!"
Amy turned: the door opened at her touch and she ran through. Rory hesitated for a fraction of a second longer, then he turned and followed. The Doctor scrambled desperately for his screwdriver, and before anyone could stop him he had pointed it at the lift and pressed the button.
The doors of the lift slammed closed and a grinding mechanical noise filled the corridor as the lift made it's descent. Then a quieter noise filled the corridor, the soft wheezing sound of dematerialization.
