When Sarah opened her eyes she realized that she wasn't next to the TARDIS. She was not even with the Doctor. She was in the bedroom of a small house, lying on a bed with one hand chained to the headboard so she could not escape. Frightened, she looked side to side waiting to see the Doctor near her. Perhaps he had also been kidnapped.
"Doctor!" she called. "Doctor, are you there?"
She got no response from her friend; instead she heard footsteps coming to bedroom.
"Are you awake, my love?"
Sarah recognized the royal guard who had helped them to rescue the prince.
"Yagloth? What happened? Where am I? Where is the Doctor?" she asked.
"Forget him, my love. You are free," said the guard.
"Free? What do you mean free?"
"I mean free to be happy. You will never be happy with a man who only cares about himself."
"That's not true: the Doctor cares about me. Now he will be looking for me."
"He doesn't know where you are. Maybe you have not realized, but we are not on Tau-Rael," said Yagloth.
"What will you do with me?" Sarah asked, trying not to look scared.
"I will make you happy, of course," he said caressing Sarah's cheek. She shivered. "Unlike your self-important friend I am ready to love you."
Sarah stared at Yagloth. He was a young man (seemed to have her same age); athletic, with dark skin and long black hair in a ponytail. He was very handsome, pleasant (or so it seemed to the girl when they met) and brave. In short, he was not the sort of person who needs kidnap girls for them to look at him.
"Yagloth, I'm flattered. You are a very attractive man and you could have any woman you want," Sarah said.
"I want you."
Sarah shook her head.
"I cannot reciprocate you, Yagloth. I love another man," she said.
"Do not tell me you love the Doctor," said the guard. "You're wasting your time if you expect him reciprocate you."
"I do not. Between us there can be only friendship."
"And are you happy with that?" Yagloth asked.
"It is better than nothing," replied the young journalist.
She had done it: she had confessed her deepest feelings for the Doctor, but the Time Lord still unknown them (and probably he did not feel the same for her).
"I have heard about the Doctor, Sarah. You are not his first companion."
"I know."
"Don't you realize, my love? One day your supposed friend will get bored of you, he will leave you, and you will be replaced by another girl."
"He would never do that," she said angrily.
"Probably he is already tired of looking for you."
"He does not give up so easily." Sarah was trying unsuccessfully to release her chained hand.
"Do not waste your time waiting for a man who does not appreciate you. I can make you happy," said Yagloth caressing the girl's hair.
The royal guard kissed the journalist's lips while his hand caressed her thigh under her dress. What a good day to wear a dress!
"Doctor," said the young girl, moving her face away from Yagloth.
The black-haired youth stopped touching his prisoner, walked to a closet in the bedroom and from there he took a bottle with a clear liquid and a handkerchief. He soaked the handkerchief with the liquid and returned with Sarah, who looked at him with terrified expression. She knew what that liquid was.
"We will not be able to love us while the Doctor exists," he said covering Sarah's mouth and nose with the handkerchief.
Within seconds the narcotic took effect returning to plunge the young girl into a deep sleep.
