"Chapter one has been revised."
The Doctor didn't know how long he was out before he woke with a start. His face was sore and he felt colder than before. He opened his eyes to find that he was lying in a dark cell. It was hard to see but putting his hand down revealed that he was lying in water. As his eyes adjust to the dark, he figured out that he was in one of the cells he had seen. He moved his body out of the water, trying to find a dry piece of ground that he could sit on. There wasn't one though. All of the ground was wet and muddy and the room stunk. Trying not to focus on the smell, he stood and moved to the front of the cell.
"Why have I been placed in your cells?" He asked a man standing guard. The man continued to stare forward ignoring the Doctor. In his hand, he held a large stick with a point on one side. "If I broke one of your laws, I demand to be told which one." He received no answer except for the man to hit him in the stomach with the dull of the stick. Moving back he held his stomach as he fought not to get sick. He snuck down in the far corner of the cell, sitting on his heels to keep out of the mud. He wanted away from this planet and back to the comfort of his TARDIS. He didn't know if he was ever going to see his home and his friend again, but he couldn't give up hope that he would. Giving up hope would mean dying and he wasn't ready to regenerate.
"He never answers." A small voice said. Turning in confusing he saw a gap in the wall that separated the cells. A young man, probably still in his teens, was looking through the hole at him. "I suggest if you don't want him to stab you next, that you remain quiet."
"I want to know why I am in the cells," The Doctor stated.
"Because you're new. If you're lucky they will decide to kill you quickly and that will be the end of it."
"And if they don't?" The Doctor asked. The man shuddered.
"Pray they do," He stated before moving away. The Doctor moved closer to the gap looking through it to try to see the young man. The darkness though made seeing anything hard.
"I'm not afraid," The Doctor told the man.
"Then you are foolish," The man answered. "Quiet now before they hear us." The Doctor sat back once more. He tried to keep his mind busy with equations to fix the TARDIS but he was bored. He wanted to leave the cell and run. Though this planet was his prison, it was also a new place to explore. He was eager to get out of the cell and learn what the planet had to offer. His thoughts were interrupted by screaming coming from the young man's cell. He looked through the gap as the screaming was abruptly cut off. He couldn't see anything in the cell but shadows moving towards the door. Standing up, he hurried to the cell door to see the young man hanging limply between two other men.
"Leave him alone," He called out. He was rewarded for his trying to protect the man, but a sharp point jabbing into his stomach. He grabbed his stomach, feeling the sticky warmness of blood. He pressed down hard on the wound, trying to keep from crying out as he tried to stop the bleeding. Exploring it carefully with his fingers, he found that it wasn't deep. He got the message though and moved to the back of the cell again.
Time was hard to keep with no light and no days to tell him how long he had been on the planet. The young man was never returned to his cell and the Doctor was positive that the man had been killed. It was only a matter of time before they came for him and he had no way to protect himself when they did. He tried to observe the changing of the guards and counted to himself how often they changed out. The times kept changing though and there was never a moment where someone wasn't guarding his door. Though he watched and prepared, he never saw an opportunity to escape. He was stuck in the cell on a planet called Hades and he was sure he was going to die here. In the short time since he arrived on the planet, he couldn't remember one time that He wasn't cold, hungry and alone. He knew that he was feeling sorry for himself, but he couldn't help it. He missed his companions and wanted more than anything to travel with Donna once more. Donna had been right from the start, he needed someone to stop him and without a companion he had let his anger get the worse of him. Donna would be ashamed if she knew what trouble he had wrecked without her.
He looked up as a plate was pushed into his cell. On the plate was a small portion of what looked like gruel. He was too hungry to worry long about the choice of food and used his fingers to scoop a little into his mouth. He immediately spat it out again as the food tasted terrible. No matter how hungry he was, he couldn't bring himself to swallow the vile stuff. Pushing the plate away he continued to sit in the cell and wait.