Emma gasped at the sight before her, hundreds of shipping crates stacked to the top of the building. The boxes were a brown rusting color reminding Emma of dead leaves. She opened up one of the containers and held back a scream.
"Donna, where did Emma go?" The Doctor whispered to Donna trying not to disturb anyone as a spokesperson talked about the Ood.
"Hush," Donna held her finger to her lisped.
"I'm going to go find Emma." The Doctor turned to walk away, "Feel free to come with me at any time Donna." Donna sighed and walked with the Doctor to a door labeled employees only.
"You cannot go into this area." A man with dark black hair and a charcoal suit barred the door with his arm.
The Doctor flipped out the psychic paper, "I have explicit clearance."
"From the CEO himself." The man mused moving his arm, "My mistake Mr. Petrova." Donna and the Doctor continued into the hallway.
"Mister Petrova?!" Donna yelled in a whisper.
"I can't control the psychic paper." The Doctor explained.
"Oh, don't you lie to me Doctor. I could cut the sexual tension with a knife." Donna laughed.
"No, No, No." The Doctor demanded.
"Oh yes there is." Donna put her hand flat on the chest, "I'm the Doctor I travel in space and time and I am here to save the damsel in distress. "
"Shut up Donna." The Doctor blushed.
"I'm Emma pretty, intelligent, and sarcastic." Donna's accent grew thick, "But most of all I am not a damsel in distress. "
"Really Donna." Emma stood in a doorway they had passed.
"Oh god." Donna clamped her mouth shut.
"There are Ood sitting in crates shoulder to shoulder ready to be sold for fifty credits into slavery and you mock me?" Emma leaned against the wall with her arms crossed.
"You weren't supposed to hear that." Donna tried to defend herself.
"Not going to help Donna." The Doctor stuffed his hands in his pockets and rocked from the balls of his feet to the soles.
"Oh I wasn't?" Emma said sarcastically, "Donna, word to the wise, don't use an argument that makes you look like a terrible person." Emma turned on her heels and walked further down the hall.
The Doctor followed Emma, with Donna close behind him. The walls were covered in silver paint and florescent lights embedded in the ceiling.
"Where are we going?" Donna asked Emma.
"Don't know." Emma remarked carrying on down the hall. Emma's hair was still in a semi bun had strands falling out. The Doctor wore a black suit with a red tie.
The Doctor huffed at his lack of importance in this conversation as they slowed their pace.
"Shouldn't there be laws against selling people of any kind?" Emma asked the Doctor to reinstate him into the conversation.
"The Ood seem to be willing to do whatever they are asked to do." The Doctor ran his fingers through his own hair.
"Why don't they rebel against the humans?" Emma questioned.
"I have no idea." They continued down the hall to a large door with a sign labeled contaminated.
"Contaminated Ood?" The Doctor's voice laced with confusion, "How can an Ood be contaminated."
Emma put her hand on the Door to open in and the Doctor wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her back.
"The door might be labeled contaminated for a reason." The Doctor held Emma close to him ignoring her trying to push him away, "There could be radiation."
"Cool, maybe I could get a cool ability like growing another heart." Emma mused sarcastically.
"That second heart would be a tumor." The Doctor looked down at her and smiled, "I have a second heart though and it isn't a tumor."
"What are you doing back here?" A girl with short red hair yelled looking directly at the arm wrapped around Emma's waist.
"Feelin' awkward." Donna explained her hands on her hips. The Doctor pulled out his psychic paper.
"Doctor Petrova." The woman read the paper aloud, "Who are you to?" She rudely pointed to Emma, who was still in the Doctors arms, and Donna.
"Donna Noble, temp." Donna waved coyly.
"Lady Emma Petrova." Emma pulled away from the Doctor, "Queen of Kalos."
"What species?" The woman looked to the Doctor for answers.
"Dalek." The Doctor continued.
"I can't let you go no matter what your standing is." The woman sneered to Emma, "I might be able to make an exception for a doctor though."
"Stop swooning." Emma stepped forward to face the woman, "What's your name?"
"Kit." The woman smiled at the Doctor."
"Now kit, will you please come over here?" Emma motioned for Kit to come towards her as The Doctor and Kit shared eye contact.
"Why?" Kit complained.
"There is a very cross looking Ood behind you." Donna's face turned into a frown.
Kit spun around to come face to face with an Ood. It had eyes that were glowing red and held its sphere that it used to speak out to Kit. Kit screamed and the Ood held the sphere to her head and it coursed electricity through to her brain.
"Run!" The Doctor yelled to Emma and Donna. They spun around and went into the contaminated room locking the door behind them.
"Of all the places we could have run to." Emma remarked looking at the Ood that were strapped to operating tables thrashing about with glowing red eyes.
"As long as they don't get loose we are fine." Donna spoke calmly, "Right Doctor?"
"Not everyone is safe," The Doctor leaned against the door hand on the doorknob, "If this red eye thing is contagious other Ood could turn on the tourists."
"You don't know what it is?" Emma turned and looked directly into the Doctor's eyes, "Come on, Doctor Petrova." Emma tempted, "You've got to have at least an idea."
"It's just Doctor." The Doctor blushed.
"Not the time!" Donna yelled.
"Fine!" Emma yelled, "But next time, take me on a date before you technically marry me."