Hidden
They'd been stripped and locked in together. The triumphant buzzing of their captors as they dropped the Doctor's sonic screwdriver outside the cell bars sounded positively vindictive.
"That whole Prince of Darkness thing?" Jack asked, once they were alone.
"Mistaken identity," the Doctor said hastily. "Okay! Escape plans. Rose?"
"Er, pretend to be sick and lure them in and then jump them?" Rose offered.
"Mm-hm. Jack?"
"Well." There were clinking noises. "I've got this laser pistol, this sonic rifle, this set of grenades . . ."
"Fantastic!" The Doctor blinked. "Rose, why are you hiding in the corner and whimpering?"
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