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"What are you talking about?" cried Sarah Jane. "What are you doing to them?"
"Oh, come on, Sarah," scoffed the Master. "You didn't really think little Alex was getting counselling to help her adjust to her new environment and come to terms with the things she'd seen, did you? Did it not cross your mind that it was more likely that that I was giving your darling daughter psychic pollen so that when I wanted to I could turn her and all of her classmates into my own personal army?"
He laughed to himself as he watched them all struggle.
"You bastard," Jack snarled, as he continued to laugh. "You stupid, mental bastard, let them go!"
"Oh, but I'm not mental, Jack," he said calmly. "The drums are gone."
The Doctor had hoped that the Master was bluffing. He had hoped that it was a trick. After all, why young girls? But then he had told them to move and they had just done it. He really did have an army.
And him and Jack and Sarah Jane and Amy and Rory and Alonso had struggled, but they just couldn't move. They were completely trapped. What was going to happen to them now? All they could do was stand and wait for the Master to get them.
"Where the hell are they taking our kids?"
The Doctor looked up at Jack. He had never seen him like this. This angry. He was generally an easygoing sort of person, in a lot of ways, and it wasn't like Jack had anything to worry about. He would live forever. The Master physically couldn't kill him.
"I don't know, Jack," he said, frustrated. "The most important thing right now is getting away from here."
"But Doctor, who is that?" said Amy beside him, who was still struggling furiously. "How does he know us?"
"Well, you know I told you I was the last Time Lord?" he said, now reaching into his pocket to get his sonic screwdriver. "I lied. He's a Time Lord too. I thought he was dead."
"How can you not know when people are dead or not?"
The Doctor grimaced. "You've never seen me dying, have you, Rory?"
"What? You're not… You're immortal?"
"He's not immortal, he just regenerates," said Sarah Jane, interrupting the Doctor. "Doctor, what are you doing?"
By this point, the Doctor was wriggling desperately, trying his hardest to get to his pocket, but he couldn't move enough, and every time he tried to move sharply, he would get an electric shock.
"I can't… I can't get to my pocket," he panted, not looking at her as he tried even harder to move. "Why… Oh, that stupid…"
And it was getting more difficult too, because every time he tried to move he felt himself get more tired. Who knew what the Master was doing to him. Who knew when they would get out, if they got out at all, and who knew what would happen to Grace and Alex and Isabella…
"Doctor!"
Hearing the urgency in Sarah Jane's voice, he looked up. She was staring at him, her eyes bright and significant.
"What do you need, Doctor?" she said urgently.
He took a deep breath. He was just about to tell her his plan when he heard a voice from the doorway.
"Maybe us?"