They had reached a small area with tan walls, a chest, and a wooden door that lead to an arena. The arena had a cage big enough to hold at least two cargo trucks suspended above the ground. There were stone steps that acted like seats to watch the battle, and after entering the cage, sometimes the battlers would have the opportunity to choose a weapon. Unfortunately for Ethan, none of them were ranged. Not even a bow and quiver.

Ethan was stripped of his vest and knife, along with the grenades and ammo. All he had was his black camo t-shirt, his headband, his padded military pants, his fists, and thankfully his combat boots with the emergency beacon. He had already activated it without anyone noticing. Ethan looked at the small table by the cage. It had swords, knives, shields, maces, and axes. Ethan grabbed an iron knife, and noticed that his opponent, a Lizaru, or the rank of the warrior, had a chained mace.

That's a wee unfair Ethan thought.

Well, I do look human, and most of the serpentine don't like serpentine. At least, they're made to believe that, One side of Ethan pointed out. Ethan was shoved into the cage, and the Lizaru walked in, ready to swing his mace.

"Ready…" A voice called. "Set…"

"Fight!"

Ethan just stands there, unmoving. The Lizaru charged, swing his mace. Ethan smirked. Ethan threw his knife at the Lizaru. The Lizaru dodged, which was exactly what Ethan wanted. Ethan swiftly threw a punch, but the Lizaru blocked it with the mace, sending a shock wave up through Ethan's body. The Lizaru then threw an uppercut, making Ethan fly backwards into the bars. He got up slowly and wiped the blood coming from his nose. He charged and attacked with a flurry of powerful punches. Only a few landed. The rest were blocked by the mace. The Lizaru kicked Ethan backwards and then swung his mace, hitting Ethan right in the stomach. Blood spurted out of Ethan's mouth.

Suddenly, a shotgun was thrown into the arena. Ethan stared at the shotgun in disbelief. It was an Ithaca M37. The old weapon he had used when he worked with U.N.I.T.

What is Bessy doing here?! Ethan thought. I haven't seen her in ages!

The Lizaru looked at the gun. They both charged for it. Ethan kicked him and grabbed the gun. The Lizaru dropped his mace and sprayed a green liquid out his mouth at Ethan's eyes. Ethan yelped.

"Hey!" Ethan rubbed his eyes as he stumbled backwards. When he opened them, his vision had a green tint, with the world being all wibbly wobbly. The Lizaru had turned into a gingerbread man with a mace. Ethan laughed.

"Poorly designed fear toxin. On me, at least," Ethan took aim at the Lizaru with the shotgun. He paused. And then lowered the gun.

"I'm not gonna kill you," Ethan said, hanging his head. He threw the shotgun to his left, sliding far from reach. He looked up, his face twisted with sudden anger.

"The humans have changed!" He yelled, addressing everyone. His voice rang throughout the ring. "What happened to your species happened decades ago!" He walked over to his gun and picked it up.

"You say it's their fault that they imprisoned you! You're wrong!" He walked over to the door on his side and shot the lock. The bullets went straight through the lock. He kicked the door down and walked out. The guards had a fearful look on their faces.

"You should blame their ancestors! Now, given that you attacked them first, then you have no right to complain!" Ethan said, putting emphasis 'Them'. He noticed the guard that had shoved him in the cage had a look that if Ethan were to kill someone, he thought it was him. Ethan continued walking.

"And if you THINK about launching an another attack, you'll have to get through me first!" Ethan shouted.

"He's bluffing," Pythor shouted. "Attack!"

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Ethan turned and ran down the hall. He was running through the tunnel and saw the exit and Lloyd.

He also saw the TARDIS.

"About time!" Ethan cried. He rushed over to Lloyd's cage and tried to shoot the lock, but the gun didn't fire, making a click sound. Ethan swore.

"Doctor! Get out here!" Ethan shouted to the TARDIS. Someone came out, but it wasn't the Doctor.

It was Ethan's husband.

His hair was messy and ruffled, as if he had just gotten out of a battle, tanned skin, jet black sunglasses, a men's black undershirt, a tattoo of a supernova on his left arm, his lower arm was bandaged, a holster on his chest, military style pants, knee pads, a pair of black combat boots, finger-less gloves, a metal necklace with a small pendant in the shape of an ice symbol, and a determined look on his face.

"Anthony!" Ethan shouted. "Help me!"

"I can't," Anthony said. "He must stay,"

"Why?" Ethan asked, angry. "He needs our help,"

"Yeah, I do, so can you get me out please?" Lloyd whined.

"Shut up," Ethan and Anthony said in unison. Lloyd moaned.

"You are already disrupting the time continuum, Ethan!" Anthony said.

"I don't care!" Ethan argued. "He is an ally, and a child. I'm sure what he has to go through is not what other kids his age go through, just like my son!"

A beat.

"It was the Doctor's orders." Anthony said.

"So the Doctor is with you?" A voice said. Ethan and Anthony spun around, and a bunch of guards, at least twenty, were accompanied by Pythor. He had a smug grin, which made Ethan want to punch him straight in the snout. Anthony raised his gun, a STI Eagle 6.0, and aimed it at the group, but Ethan placed his hand on the gun, forcing Anthony to lower it.

"We're not going to harm you," Ethan said, turning back to Pythor. "We just want Lloyd,"

"Pity. You aren't going to get him," Pythor chuckled. "Now, go die,"

Ethan and Anthony suddenly felt a two hands grab one of their shoulders. They both look behind, and the Doctor, with his goofy grin, had pulled them backwards into the TARDIS and immediately shut the doors. Ethan raced to the door and banged on it.

"Lloyd!" Ethan shouted. "Lloyd…" He leaned his back against the door ans slid to the floor, his cries going quieter. The Doctor's goofy grin had turned into a solemn frown as he fiddled with the TARDIS controls.

"I'm sorry," He simply said. Anthony walked down the wall opposite to the doors behind the Doctor. The TARDIS made a groaning, wheezing sound as it left the sewers to some other place other than Ninjago.

The noise the TARDIS brings hope everywhere.

But Ethan didn't feel hope.

Only pain.

June 29, 2019. Location: Braemar, Scotland.

A younger Ethan had a white t-shirt that said "Dad and Son", jeans, tennis shoes, buzzcutted, black hair, and a happier life with his 8-year-old son, who had ruffled, messy brown hair, a plain black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. They were in the front yard, which was next to a street, and their house, which was painted white, was small, but just for him and his son. It was sunny outside, so they had decided to go outside. They were both giggling and laughing as they played football. Ethan kicked the ball, and his son caught it.

"Score!" Ethan yelled, smiled. His son, who was a mute, smiled. His son kicked the ball, and Ethan, faking surprise, "tried" to get the ball, and the ball went past him.

"Good job!" Ethan smiled. His son did too.

Then, a gunshot rang out.

Ethan screamed as his son's smile faded, and fell to the ground. Ethan rushed over to check his son's pulse.

He was dead.

Ethan sobbed. He held his son close to his chest as he heard sirens approach the street.

2 Months After the Incident…

Ethan was in a bar, with a bottle of whiskey and drunk. He was starting to grow a beard, he had a black jean jacket, a plain black long-sleeve shirt, boots, jeans, messy, scrambled hair, and enormous bags under his eyes. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and gulped down the last of it. At this time, Ethan was about to be promoted up the U.N.I.T. ranks to a captain. A man with a brown overcoat, a brown, stripped suit, cream-coloured converses, amber eyes, frayed, spiked brown hair, and a childish face had walked to his booth and sat across him.

Reminded Ethan of his son, Derek.

"Hello, there," The man said. "Ethan, right?"

"Howwwww dddOOO-oooo yoUUUU kNNNNoWWW meeeeeeeeeee…?" Ethan tried saying. He could barely talk because he was severely drunk. After Derek's death, he thought he was the worst man and tried killing himself. He would have been successful if it wasn't for his therapist, Jack, and his fiancee, Anthony, a 32 year old Asian. He then became a heavy drinker.

"I work with U.N.I.T., too," The man said. He held his hand out. "The Doctor,"

"DoooooccccttTorrr Whhhhooooo?" Ethan said. The man smiled.

"Just,'The Doctor'" He said, Ethan groggily shook his hand.

"Mind if I show you something?" The Doctor asked.

"Ssssurreeeeeee…" Ethan got up and, wobbly manner, followed the Doctor. Behind the large bar, there was an alley, littered with trash. At the end of the alley, there was a 1950's British police box.

"WhAttt IIIsss thissssssss foooorrrr?" Ethan asked.

"The TARDIS," The Doctor said. He opened the door, letting Ethan see the inside. It was bigger on the inside. The room was huge – a light brown to bronze with pillars that resembled coral. The circular console had a teal colored column in the center going all the way up to the ceiling. There were railings with a chair, and stairs that lead under the floor. Ethan stepped inside. He opened his mouth to speak, but fell on the floor, unconscious.

Present Time, inside the TARDIS…

Ethan wept at the door as they took off. He relentlessly banged at the door. He hated seeing children in that situation. Helpless, alone, and afraid. He could tell Lloyd was faking his bravery though his eyes.

He remembered when he was a child. Always being bullied, beaten up, weak and powerless. When he'd try and stand up for others or himself, it always ended with a black eye or a missing tooth, sometimes both. He's hated himself all his life.

Don't dwell on the past. He'll be fine. Ethan thought, trying to reassure himself.

But why do I feel that there is death up ahead?