The sonic screwdriver did not light the tunnels up much, but it was enough for Bill to see Jamie's face go stark white after she handed him the little figure she had found.

"You alright, mate?" she asked him. He opened his mouth to respond but before he could, Bill was blinded with a beam of light. She blocked it with her hand and as she did she noticed Jamie slip the statue into one of his pockets out of the corner of her eye. He was also getting hit in the face with light.

"Returned to the scene of the crime, hmm?" a soft voice said, and the bright light fell away of Bill's eyes. Blinking away the little spots in her vision (made due to her retinas getting overwhelmed. Thanks, Doc!), she saw the little man with the rest of Monroe's cronies behind him, faces looking intimidating but obviously not knowing whether the companions were threats enough to deserve weapons pointed at them.

"What do you want?" Jamie groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"Buggy," as Bill had decided to call the little man, did not respond. He merely grinned a grin too large that did not reach his eyes at all. He beckoned for them to follow him and turned around. Two guards walked behind them and made to grab their arms.

"I can walk, thanks!" Bill snapped. She rolled her eyes at Jamie, who grabbed onto her shoulder like a baby otter as they began to follow Buggy. In other circumstances, Bill would have felt honored, as she had seen him do something similar with the Doctor earlier.

The group walked in silence, twisting and turning through the caverns beneath Diville. They left the parts the TARDIS teams had been through a while ago. Bill wondered what time it was.

Monroe was evidently waiting for them. He sat on the ground, hunched over, eyes closed, and hands clasped at his mouth. The companions were herded over next to him. At their shuffling, he opened one eye and gazed up at Bill. She could not read his face.

"Found these two poking around, Mr Monroe," Buggy said.

"Good. Back off a little. I've a few questions for them."

"We've already answered your questions! You just don't want to listen," Jamie sounded exasperated.

"I didn't before, true," Monroe said in a clipped tone, "but now I think you can help me. Follow." He stood and swept further down the tunnels. It was Jamie's turn to roll his eyes at Bill. She shrugged, grabbed his sleeve, and dragged him after Monroe.

They came to a door. It was red. It was completely unremarkable in every way. Monroe stared at it like it was the world. The hairs on Bill's neck stood up as she gazed at it.

"What is this?" she asked, voice dark with a worry she could not place.

"A deal. You get this open for me."

"And you'll let us go?" Jamie half-laughed. Monroe turned and blinked owlishly at the pair.

"I've got my men watching your friends. Waiting for them to slip up. They're at the Diville Inn, right?" The question was rhetorical.

He's trying to be threatening, Bill told herself, trying hard to believe the "trying" part. As it was, he was doing a pretty good job if the cronies he had were only a small selection of the force he had available. Jamie and Bill may or may not be a menace to Monroe, but the Doctor(s) definitely were. And Zoe… Bill did not even have to sneak a glance beside her to know that Jamie was furious. It was coming off him in waves. Monroe ignored any protests they had and turned back around to face the door.

"I can hear him," Monroe murmured.

"Who? Your son?" Bill asked. Monroe nodded.

"Martin. My Martin. He's so scared. I can hear him. 'Papa, papa!' Can't you?" Bill heard nothing. "Get this door open, and you'll be heroes. If you don't, I'll have you all tried and sentenced for harming my little boy."

"Why don't you just open the door?" Jamie folded his arms. Monroe stiffened and moved so that he was almost nose to nose with the companions.

"I've tried. A dozen of my best men have tried. Nothing. Has. Worked!" he hissed, so quiet Bill had to strain to hear him. "You must know something. Otherwise you wouldn't have come to my town. You took my boy, and now you're going to fix it. So. Open. That. Door."

Bill would have stayed silent and at attention, defiant as long as she could like Jamie, but she was the Doctor's student for a reason. Her curiosity got the better of her and she stepped towards the door.

After examining the keyhole for a moment, she called out, "Does anybody have any lockpicks?"

"We've already tried doing that," Monroe said, sounding exasperated.

"Yeah, but for some reason you think we've got the magic touch. You thought we'd just touch it and it would open? Really? Or that we'd just happen to have the right key? Lockpicks. Please."

Eventually some were fished out for her and she got to work. She had read a lot about lockpicking. But actually doing it was not something she practiced. It can't be that hard, she told herself.

After a few minutes, Jamie had come over to help. He had tugged on the handle some, throwing his whole weight into trying to get it to budge. Now he had taken out a small knife from his boot, a move which had scared the guards and resulted in some frantic explanations that it was a tool, leave us alone, stop worrying, and was jamming it between the door and the doorframe trying to wiggle the latch back. Soon the companions started bickering over whether the other one was doing their job right. They ended up switching so that Bill had the knife and Jamie was picking the lock. Then they leaned on the handle again for good measure, taking turns and then both at once. They had been at it for nearly an hour, Bill estimated, before she saw that Monroe had finally come to the conclusion that they had told him ages ago: the TARDIS team could not open the door. They could not return his son to him.

And he was furious.