A/N : For the FOURTH time, I will write this chapter. I really, really need to start writing these in ICT, with the still rubbish but apparently crash proof laptops. I'll get through it. I will crash the laptops! (And lose all my work in the process probably.)

And that is why I haven't updated in a while, so apologies, and if you think this is good enough, I do have plans for a much better sequel.

Disclaimer : I don't won Doctor Who, but if I did, I'd probably be so hyper about owning it, I'd be forced to give to Claire and Sarah - J. Never mind. (Wait, I'm hyper now!)

"So who was it?"

"No idea."

"Alien or human?"

"No. Idea."

"Drugged or traditional whack over the head?"

"I have absolutely no id . . . probably whack judging by the splitting headache I've got. Why are you so interested anyway? You're usually just go for the good old "Kick them where it hurts and leg it.""

"I just . . . have . . . suspicions. Scary if they got you. Must have been strong judging by information I have. Anyway, we can't exactly run . . .

"Selinia."

" . . . cause they're not exactly run away-able from. So . . ."

"Selinia."

" . . . we'll have to outsmart them, which involves knowing about them. Happy?"

"He's not."

The Doctor pointed over his shoulder, where a weedy teenage boy was talking to a large, burly man. All of a sudden, he pointed right at the pair, and his gaze followed. The large man started making his way over, while the teenager darted round the corner out of sight.

"Why does the word "Run" sound familiar?"

They both legged it, deeper and deeper into the basement, getting lost in the maze. The walls got damper, and the light dimmer. Thudding footsteps followed them, as well as the odd shout. "Oi, you two!" and "You're gonna get so mashed up when I find you!" were a couple of the favourites, and least explicit. Eventually the footsteps faded and the shouts vanished completely. An abandoned office proclaimed "Jer y Bri ch ard, ea of H man R sou es" used to work here. Bashing open the lock, they dived in, and hid behind a filing cabinet on it's side and a woodworm eaten desk. A shadow passed, and stopped outside the door. "There you are." said a female voice, before both their worlds went black.

When Selinia woke up, she found herself in a room not that different from one in a very expensive mental hospital. The white walls were padded, but were topped with velvet. She was lying on a white bed with silk sheets, and found herself in a flowing, white gown. She trod across the soft carpet to the door, and tried the handle, but, to no surprise, found it locked. She ran her hands across the walls, hoping some secret door might open, or that a key would suddenly appear. She gave up, and lay back down on the bed, and curled her feet under her, into a small a ball as she could manage.

She is awake.

Thank you. Gather the community.

Yes, of course.

A soft click was all she heard. In the second it took her to leap up from her bed and press down on the door handle, hope filled every space in her body. It was unlocked. Before she could tread into the corridor, she found herself blinded by white light, then dragged out by a pair of hands she could only feel with her eyes tightly shut. Then she was jerked forwards, and landed on a very solid floor with a thud. She put her hand to her head, and slowly opened her eyes, the instinct to run filling her as she did so.

The Doctor didn't stay long in his cell. He'd been less taken care of, and woke up face down on the carpet. Of course, he instantly unlocked the door, but instead found himself looking into a corridor that wouldn't look out of place in a council estate flat building. Graffiti, the familiar smell of urine, and the cheap lino and beige paint. He ran down the corridor, but saw and heard no-one, even when he reached the large, empty tarmac car-park.

"Selinia!"

All he heard were echoes of his own voice around an empty borough of London.

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