Chapter Three: Escape Plan

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"I beg your pardon?" asked the man in the fur coat, holding the recorder just in front of his mouth and looking at the other five men in the room, who all had a look of dread on their faces.

"If you start playing that thing, I will break it over my knee." threatened the Ninth, his threat completely serious.

"Me too." agreed on the other Doctors in unison, apart from the Fourth.

"I won't break it over my knee, old chap! But I will take it away from you as it makes a most ghastly sound. Would you care for a jelly baby?" he said, holding out the bag towards the new man.

"Eurgh. No, thank you. Can't stand jelly babies! Make me feel sick!" grimaced the man, turning his head away from the bag, much to the surprise of everyone else in the room. The Fourth shook his head in a sort of pity for the man as he walked away from him to the other side of the room.

"Well, then," said the man, pocketing his flute and placing his hands on his hips. "Who might all you be, then? I don't suppose any of you know where Jamie and Zoe are?"

"We're Doctors. Or the Doctor, rather." said the Tenth, hands in his pockets. "And, as I recall, you're a Doctor as well."

"Yes, that's right. Wow, there's six of me now?" gasped the Second, walking closer to the men who claimed to be him.

"Eleven, actually. Not everybody's here yet. And may I say, Doctor, I like your choice of neckwear." said the Eleventh, indicating the Second's bowtie.

"Ah! Well, I'm glad you like it so much! I find yours very fetching as well!" replied the Second, smiling at the compliment.

"Bowties are cool!"

"Indeed they are!"

"Well, if you're quite done swapping fashion tips, I think that we need to find a way out of here before we either starve to death or someone just decides to come in here and shoot us." grumbled the Ninth, stepping in between the Eleventh and Second.

"That might be a good idea." said the Tenth, standing up from his seat. "Anybody got their sonic screwdriver?"

There was a few seconds of patting down and checking pockets but eventually, everybody in the room shook their heads.

"Well, what do we do now then?" asked the Tenth, rubbing the back of his head and thinking hard. You could almost hear the cogs turning in the room full of geniuses. It was the Second who finally piped up with an idea.

"I think I might have something!" he called out in delight, as the others all looked over at him. "Why don't we just wait until another of our incarnations is thrown in here and then pounce on the hooligan who's been doing this?"

"That's a terrible idea!" scoffed the Sixth, much to the annoyance of the Second.

"Well, have you got a better idea?" he retorted, folding his arms.

"Yes I have, as a matter of fact!"

"What is it, then?" asked the Fourth, munching on another jelly baby.

"Well, I don't think you deserve to hear it, to be honest! You haven't exactly been very kind to me!"

The Tenth rolled his eyes, shoving the Sixth out of the way and announcing to the room, "Right! I say we go with Number Two's plan! All in favour, say 'Aye'!"

The whole room, apart from the Sixth, echoed the Tenth and made their way over to the piece of wall that would slide up when the next incarnation was dropped in. Eventually, the Sixth swallowed his gargantuan pride and made his way over to join them. All the Doctors crouched down in a semi-circle around the door and waited. And waited. And waited.

"Well, I must admit, this is starting to get a bit tedious." observed the Fourth after about twenty minutes.

"I thought they'd be quicker than this." replied the Tenth. "Can't take that long to round every one of us up."

"Anybody want to bet on who's going to come through next?" asked the Eleventh, in an attempt to pass the time.

"That's hardly fair on me, is it?" retorted the Second, looking at the Eleventh.

"I think it's going to be the one after him." said the Sixth, nodding to the Second. "He was pretty much only ever on Earth. Can't be that hard to pin down."

"Probably right there." agreed the Ninth, looking around at each of them. "How many are we missing now?"

"Umm…" replied the Eleventh, counting in his head. "Five, I think. There's the original, the third, the fifth, the seventh and the eighth. Blimey, remember Grace?"

The Ninth and the Tenth nodded to the Eleventh with sly smiles.

More time went by and the Eleventh checked his watch. It had been about an hour waiting by this door and about two hours since they had been thrown in. He stood up and moved away from the door.

"Come on." he said to the others still at the door. "It's not going to happen any time soon."

The other Doctors sighed in defeat and stood up, following the Eleventh away from the door to come up with another escape plan. The very minute they were the outside of the room, the door slid open and another man rolled in, to the annoyance of every Doctor.

They all sprinted across the room to the door as it slid shut again and began to bang on it, yelling at the top of their lungs and completely ignoring the man who was looking quite curiously at them all.

"LET US OUT!" yelled the Tenth.

"I'M HUNGRY!" screamed the Second.

"I'M BOOOORRREEDDD!" whined the Eleventh loudly.

Eventually, they all turned and looked at the new arrival. A man wearing a piece of celery on his coat, who looked a bit scared at the six men he had just seen screaming at the door.

"Well, um," he began, as the other Doctors tried their best to look not completely insane. "How do you do? I'm the Doctor. Although, I'm not the kind that you fellows probably require, I'm afraid."