Martha stayed down in the cell with the Doctor as she waited for him to fight the sedation. Even if she could keep an eye on him using the CCTV, she wanted to be within reaction distance if he was sick. Which there was a good chance of with the pregnancy as well as drug withdrawal. So, she sat down in the chair beside his bed as he moaned himself awake. He began to tug on the restraints even before his eyes opened, testing their give. He was able to move slightly but not enough to even begin thinking of an escape. Opening his eyes a crack, he rolled them as he saw Martha was sitting by the bed.

"So I'm your prisoner now?" The Doctor asked.

"You are only in the cells while you continue to detox. Here you can be as loud as you want and the only ones who are going to hear you are the weevils," Martha explained.

"That doesn't mean I am not your prisoner. I didn't need nor did I want your or Jack's help with withdrawing. What I want is for you to take me back to London and release me," the Doctor responded. He wasn't yelling at the moment, so she decided to stay and talk to him while he was calm.

"I'm sorry, Doctor but that isn't going to happen right now. After you've finished withdrawing and are healthy both in mind and body, we will discuss your return to London. Until that time, I have been authorized to keep you here in Cardiff," Martha answered. The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Do you really think this cell can contain me?" The Doctor asked. Martha nodded.

"Yes, I do. Without your sonic, you won't be able to access the panel to open the cell and there are several fail-safes in case you do manage to get out. I won't tell you all of them but I will tell you that if you manage to pry your cell open, Janet's cell automatically opens as well and she really doesn't like people down here because she can't wander freely while others are locked up," Martha told him. The Doctor was curious of who Janet was but he didn't ask. He also couldn't see her through the stone walls that surrounded three sides of his cell and the glass that faced another stone wall. He noticed the camera up in the corner the minute he opened his eyes and knew that was another way that they would make sure he wouldn't escape. Still, he wasn't worried as he had gotten out of more secure prisons and was positive he could break out of this cell once his hands were free.

"The Master," the Doctor started.

"The Master is currently locked up at UNIT," Martha interrupted. She expected the Doctor to be angry at the information so she was surprised when he laughed.

"Oh, you poor stupid apes. Not even the Time Lord's could contain the Master and you really think that UNIT can keep him there. He will be out soon enough and I feel sorry for anyone who gets in his way," the Doctor advised her coldly.

"What happened to you?" Martha wondered. The Doctor she knew wouldn't want the Master to hurt anyone while he escaped. Jack told her that the Doctor thought he was a murderer but she thought that she knew him better than that. He only killed when absolutely necessary and even then he never liked to do it.

"I won," The Doctor answered simply as he rolled his head over to look at her. Martha stopped herself from hitting the defenseless man even if she felt that he quite deserved it at the moment. She tried to tell herself that he was drugged up still and had been with the Master for an unknown amount of time. It didn't help, though. "Once I am out of here, I am going to bring every alien possible down on this miserable planet and destroy it for good."

"No, you won't. As soon as you are clean and healthy, you will give up this quest for vengeance," Martha replied calmly.

"You don't know me as well as you think I do. I am going to start by calling down the Daleks," the Doctor threatened. Martha just rolled her eyes at him.

"You hate the Daleks," she reminded him.

"That doesn't mean I won't use them to annihilate the earth," The Doctor argued. "Then once they are done I will bring the Cybermen, Sontarans, the Slitheens, and anyone else who wants to come and take out the rest of the civilians. And I will keep calling them unless you let me return to London right now."

"My answer is still no," Martha answered without even thinking about it.

"Just let me fucking go," the Doctor yelled as he realized that he was getting nowhere with his threats.

"You're not going anywhere. So you might as well get comfortable because you are going to be here for a while," Martha told him. With the return of his swearing and yelling, she headed towards the door of the cells.

"Bitch. I should have let them keep you on that highway," the Doctor screamed. Martha ignored him as she left pulling the door closed. Turning to the panel next to the door she input the code for the door listening to it lock. She could still hear the Doctor screaming but now the sound was slightly muted due to the thickness of the door. She ignored it as she headed up the stairs.

"I am putting the cell door on a rotating lock code that will change hourly while he is here. I will update you with the new code via email," Jack informed her as she reached the top. She wasn't surprised to see him as he would have been alerted the moment that the door was locked. It was another of the fail-safes that and the fact the hub would go into lockdown if the Doctor actually managed to escape, giving him another obstacle in order to reach the outside world.

"I also want him to be monitored 24/7 via CCTV while he is alone and withdrawing to make sure that he doesn't need immediate medical attention," Martha stated.

"Already on it. Ianto is taking the first shift and I will take the next. I am going to need help with watching the monitors at night, though," Jack explained.

"I am not going anywhere for the time being. I can help take night watch and I am sure Mickey would be willing to help as well. Even if he doesn't always show it, he cares about the Doctor and doesn't want any harm to come to him," Martha answered. She moved around Jack to where Ianto was sitting. She could see on the monitor that he was still yelling as he tried to thrash on the bed. "I will be in the autopsy room if I am needed. I still have a weevil to finish studying."

"Of course," Ianto replied. With one more glance back at the monitor, Martha headed down to the autopsy room. She would let the Doctor throw his fit all he wanted. In the meantime she had an actual job to do.