Donna felt a small shiver from the girl underneath her palms, and she let out a small breath of relief. In this case a shivering Anna was much better than one that wasn't. She kept moving her arms, trying to warm her even farther.
She needed to work out a way to get out of here, but she hadn't wanted to leave Anna without the warmth of her body. She missed the Doctor and Jack and wondered where they were and if they were all right.
She felt Anna stir just slightly, and she was glad. Two heads were much better than one, especially if one of those head was brilliant. Oh, Donna wasn't being hard on herself, but Anna was smart, very much so.
"Donna," the younger girl murmured her body shaking violently as she rose into consciousness.
"I'm here," Donna told her, slowing her hands to a movement that was more for comfort than warmth. "I'm here, and I'm glad to have you back."
"Mmmm," Anna agreed. "Me too. 'S cold."
"Yeah," Donna agreed, not realizing how quiet it really was until she heard another voice. Anna's voice right now was like finding the sun in the dark. She placed a kiss of thanksgiving on her head before Anna shifted experimentally.
Seemingly satisfied that she could move she moved away from Donna and sat up.
Donna didn't stop her but she shook her head gently, "Easy, we got a good beating before we were taking here."
Anna nodded, "I'm fine."
She settled back into her silence, and though that was just Anna, Donna wanted to scream. She couldn't handle the silence, more oppressing now that she had heard sound.
"Can we talk," Donna asked, feeling like the younger of the two in that moment.
Anna's smile was lit up by the moonlight, and Donna could see once again why the Doctor loved her. It was all light, and goodness, and warmth. The chill from the window was for just a moment blocked out by it.
"Of course," she agreed, rising slowly to her feet, she swayed a little and Donna stood as quickly as she could.
But Anna had already corrected herself. She was running her tongue around the inside of her mouth. "Thirsty," she told Donna like she had suddenly come to the conclusion.
"Me too," Donna agreed, and she was.
Anna reached into her jeans pocket, which seemed to go on forever and pulled out a bottle of water and a package of crackers.
She offered them to Donna who was watching her carefully. The Doctor was the only one who she had ever seen with pockets that were bigger on the inside.
Anna shrugged. "I told him that I wanted to carry extra stuff. He fixed them up for me."
Had he ever offered to do that for her? Was she jealous? Not of Anna and the Doctor, but the pockets?
She took the bottle, making a note to ask the Doctor about it when things were back to normal. If you could call their lives normal. "What else do you have in there," she asked when Anna brought out another bottle.
Anna was taking a drink, but when she finished she smile again. "Some fruit and a first aid kit. I thought we were ice skating or I would have brought more."
Donna nodded, taking another large gulp, not realizing just how thirsty she had been. "We need to get out of here."
"Yes," Anna agreed, dropping her half empty bottle back into her pocket and moving towards the bar. She reached her hand in and felt the other side of the lock. She gave the bars and experimental shake and sighed.
"I don't have anything to pick the lock, do you?"
Anna shook her head, and then her face lit up. "I might," she began to search the pockets on the other side.
DW
The Doctor was expending a lot of energy to keep himself from freezing, and he jogged in place for a moment to get the blood flowing. He was missing Anna terribly by now, though it couldn't have been more than five or six hours since he had seen her last. It felt like years to him.
And he wanted to find his friends, and get them back where they belonged. He began to empty his outside pockets finding a lot of things that he had forgotten about but weren't of any use. He found a bottle of water, that he knew that he didn't put in there, mostly because there was a note taped to outside.
Love you, just in case, Donna claims you can't drive for anything. Anna.
He hoped that she had taken some with her as well, since he had made her pockets bigger. She had asked and of course he had said yes. No wasn't a word that came easy when she asked for something. Fortunately she didn't have a selfish bone in that pretty little body, because they might all be in danger if she used that power for evil.
He took a swig of the water and put the items back into the pockets, tearing off the note and tucking it into the pocket of his shirt. He wanted to carry her words of love near his heart. Well one of them, anyway, even if she owned them both completely.
He moved to the inside pockets, greatly shocked to find that he still had his sonic screwdriver. That was almost worse than not having it. That told him that they didn't care if he escaped this place. The silence suggested he was alone. Him, and what he hoped was his companions, and the silence.
He walked to the bars once more, listening intently, he reaching back into his pocket finding a torch and pulling it out. He flashed it on and now could see a bit of the hall before him. He couldn't see anything but other empty cells, but he didn't see any danger. He felt completely alone and he needed a pair of arms around his body now.
His mind flashed to this morning, and the warmth of Anna in his arms. He woke before she did; he hadn't intended to fall asleep. But it seemed that he did, at least for a while, all the nights he spent in her embrace. It was dark and quiet and her breathing was the softest of melodies.
And she had told him that watching her sleep was creepy, so he avoided it as much as possible. But she caught him that morning, offering no more protest then a gentle sleepy wink. He had pulled her tightly to him, after a quick kiss.
He could have stayed there forever, maybe he should have. They would have been safe, together and warm. But he would get her back.
He used the screwdriver on the door, the bleeping overly noisy in the quiet but it was familiar and it felt safe. The door unlocked and he swung it open.
DW
Jack had finally found his lock pick, but the door didn't want to budge. Maybe he was just out of practice, though he had given both Donna and Anna a lesson he hadn't practiced himself. And it was hard to get his numb hand to do his bidding.
But at long last he heard it unlock and he swung it open. He searched his pockets once again, but found nothing that would offer any light to the almost black passage in front of him.
But it was so silent, he was certain that he would hear anything that approached him even if he could see it.
He stepped out and looked left and right, the moonlight just enough that he could see that left was a wall. Well, that saved his aching brain a decision so he turned right and began to walk, ears at the ready.
