"Take him to the cell in the restricted section. Master said this timelord is better held captive even if his rendered powerless." The Commander ordered, sneering, showing his emotions for the first time.
The Doctor woke up to a headache, is head buzzing, as if he had been drunk the previous night.
"Where am I?" he wondered.
Then he remembered. He theorized that the food and drinks for him must have been poisoned, but the poison was too mild for him to detect. They did not spare the chance for him to flee. 'How extremely clever!'
As the Doctor looked around, he found himself in a holding cell with walls and only one door.
"At least I've still got my sonic screwdriver tucked away safely."
The sonic screwdriver ringed but the door did not give away. To his dismay the door was deadlocked. The Doctor sat on the cold floor, thinking who it could be this time. He vividly recalled the clues and familiar things he found about this spaceship, but still couldn't think of it.
"It can't be the Master again, he had died for sure. Maybe the Daleks?" as the Doctor thought, the 'impossible' door opened and two bulky looking Carhestians came in.
"Hey hey, what are you doing that for?!" The Doctor complained as they locked him with two enormous handcuffs, paining him deeply on top of his headache, and literally dragged him out of the cell, without speaking one word.
"Why are you doing this? Who really are you guys? I know almost every alien species but Carhestians doesn't exist!" the Doctor questioned but got no reply.
They went through more of those complex tunnels and arrived at a part of the ship the Doctor had never wondered to before. There, one of the Carhestians opened the door. They entered into darkness. The door closed behind him and he was left alone in the darkness with two massive handcuffs paining him. As the Doctor suspected, this would be where the questioning and possibly torturing would happen.