"Action is the real measure of intelligence."
~Napoleon Hill

The crow stumbled into his lair. Sitting down in his chair he throw his hand device on the table and grabbed his head. This always happened right after using his device; he was hoping to modify it soon but as of now he needed to deal with the side effects. His brain was bursting in his head; he knew very well that his mind was literally reshaping itself to hold all of his new information and a way for maximum use. After a few agonizing minutes his headache began to subside and his mind became clear.

"Ahh my favorite part" he spoke into the darkness of his little room, lit dimly with only a few small torches that flickered in intensity. his mind was clear again, the feeling was amazing as if the haze of life was pushed away and he was finally using more of his mind then most people ever did. Standing up, nearly jumping out of his chair he laughed at the brilliance of it all. He quickly walked out of his room to his new destination. It was just about time to visit that feisty redhead that had undying loyalty to the ones she loved. He liked that he could easily use this to his advantage.

The cell was similar to all the others. Of the many cells on this planet there was little to decipher one from the other, luckily for the Crow, he had long since memorized the little differences that set each cell and its occupants apart. Staying in the shadows he entered the cell. It was cold and dark like all the others but this time he was shocked to find no one inside.

"WHAT! YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE THE CROW!" striking the wall with all his might he rushed out of the empty cell and into his security room. It was an old room filled with cameras of the whole planet. Noticing that all of his other prisoners were still in their cells he searched for Amy. After finding no sign of her he looked at one of the other cells. He smiled again

"Yes, this will do nicely. She will be found within the night."


Amy was looking for a way to escape her cold damp cell. Running her hand along the walls she found a little hole in the wall. Sticking her hand inside it she felt something rough and crumpled, it felt much like paper and she pulled it out. As she unfolded the old note she looked at the journal of a man named Jalen Wayra. Jalen was once a prisoner in this very cell many years ago. As she read on she discovered that once a long time ago this was the prison planet of the Nairea.

Jalen was once a high-ranking professor of hallucination theory. Deep into his research he created a gas that allowed him to get into the minds of whoever inhaled it. When the government found out they confronted him and he attempted to use the gas on them. In the end he was imprisoned. The note ended when Jalen wrote about his plans to escape. It detailed a secret doorway on the floor of this very cell that led to a hidden tunnel under the building.

Amy ran her hand all over the cold floor. After finding a few handholds she uncovered the secret door. The ladder was damn and molding so she quickly climbed down it. The tunnel was pitch black so she had to keep her hands to the side of the wall. As she inched her way threw the tunnel she let a smile pass her lips. She was getting out and soon the Doctor and Rory would be with her.

reviews are appreciated. getting writing help is my major reasons for writing fanfiction. i plan in introduce an old character from Doctor Who in one of the next few chapters. hope you enjoy!