"why do you even have a trapdoor anyway?" Clara asked, still a bit confused as to what just happened.
"I had a weekend off and some friends helped me install it." Muttered the Doctor "I have a feeling that we should go get him. Downstairs, lets go." He said still looking down the black pit that had devoured Jack moments ago.
After descending several flights of stairs they came to a large iron door that was bolted on the outside. He pulled the heavy bolt across with a grunt of effort and opened the door. The room was a large octagonal shape with the walls made of the same wrought iron that the door was. There was a large, silver Devils trap bolted to the floor and the walls were covered in painstakingly intricate sigils and other scrawlings that Clara couldn't make out. Jack was sitting on the large iron table in the middle of the room.
"About damn time you got here." He grunted, angry about being dropped into this cage. "Care to tell me that the hell this place is?"
"This room is impenetrable for Demons. None can get in and none can get out. It will even hold off most angels." Said the Doctor With a slight sense of pride.
"so the trapdoor goes to this room. I'll have to remember that for next time." she whispered rather flirtatiously to the Doctor, Still very aware that her dad was in the room.
The doctor did his best to appear to ignore that last comment, while half reminiscing about his last experience in the room.
"I take it you had to restrain some of those Demons then?" asked Jack gesturing to the shackles in the corners of the table he was still sitting on.
Snapping quickly out of his daydream he stuttered "They're uh.. they're multi-purpose." While gently rubbing his, still red wrists.
"anyway" he blurted out to cover the sound of Clara trying to suppress a giggling fit after his last remark. "I'm sorry you found out about us quite this abruptly." he told Jack sounding as apologetic as he could.
"don't worry about it, I think I may have over reacted a little bit. Put her there." He said holding his hand out to the Doctor, who, rather pleased with himself for dealing with the situation so well reached out to shake Jack's hand. As abruptly as he was dropped through the floor, his left fist made contact at great speed with the TimeLords jaw, sending his slight frame, skittering across the iron floor.
"That's for dropping me down that damn hole."
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