Sorry for not updating for a while. It's been winter vacation, and I should have gotten a lot of writing done, but I didn't have access to a computer :( *Grumble Grumble*

I can't wait until I get my own.

Mickey could feel the grime sticking to the bottom of his boots as he walked. He could tell because his feet kept holding onto the ground slightly before it finally released them. The air wasn't much better. Something must have died nearby, because there was an awful aroma clouding his every breath. There were flies drifting about as well. There weren't that many, which was good, but their presence only meant that there was food nearby, which couldn't mean anything good.

The Sontarans marched ahead, their combat boots making loud thumps as they lead them down the hall. While their heads nearly brushed the ceiling, the Sontarans marched at full height, trying to act like they were important to be told to escort the prisoners to the cells. For some reason, there wasn't a Sontaran behind the prisoners. It was as if the Sontarans didn't think the prisoners were stupid enough to try to escape.

Turns out, they were.

9 slowed down, catching the attention of 11 and Mickey. Mickey stopped and glanced back at 9, who jotted his head in the direction of where they came. Mickey was confused for a moment, glancing back and forth between 9, 11, and the Sontarans, who were marching farther and farther away, oblivious to the fact that the prisoners were no longer in arm's length. A small smile appeared on Mickey's face and 9 beckoned him forward. Wordlessly and silently, the three of them bolted down the hall and around the corner, out of sight.

The three Sontarans marched ahead proudly, still oblivious. A few minutes passed before one of them stopped and looked back for the first time. A look of anger appeared on his face as he cried out. The others stopped, and noticed the prisoners were gone for the first time. They were confused for a moment before screaming out in anger as well. The three of them took off in different directions.

Sontarans were so stupid.

Kalaflaflajaja, or Kala, as Martha had become accustomed to calling him, led Martha down the tunnel. Kala didn't specify where they were going. Martha didn't trust Kala enough to truly believe that she was safe, but if Kala wanted to kill her, he probably would have done something already. Instead, he walked a short distance ahead of her with a torch, leading her through the darkness.

It also didn't seem safe to call out for her to call out for Rose; who knew what else was in these tunnels. Even if Kala was trustworthy, there was a chance that the other things in the darkness weren't so friendly. After about ten minutes of climbing through the darkness, Martha's back began to ache. The ceiling had barely brushed the top of her head when Kala found her, but that wasn't the case anymore. Now she was forced to bend over to keep from bonking her head. After a few more feet, she was on her hands and knees. Kala didn't seem to have much trouble though; he was so short that the christmas bell things on his head didn't even touch the rocks above him.

"Kala, slow down," Martha called out, ignoring the twisting feeling in her stomach. The little creature didn't respond and clambered down the tunnel. The torch became smaller as he walked. "Kala, stop!" Martha said. Kala suddenly turned a corner and his light disappeared, leaving Martha in darkness.

It wasn't safe to just stay where she was; Martha knew that much. She bit her lip and continued to move forward. She had to make herself smaller and smaller to keep moving on. If Martha thought it had been cramped before, it was now claustrophobic.

"I can't believe the Doctors got us into this," Martha growled. "If we all survive this, I'm going to bloody kill him… them..." She felt bits of mud smearing onto her face as she went on, and felt jagged edges of rocks cutting up her knees and elbows. Martha cried out in surprise as her head was pulled back, but it turned out that one of her braids got snagged on an overhanging rock.

She was flat on her stomach now, using her elbows and toes to push herself. Her arms pressed against her sides as she scooted forward. Her legs were pinned together was well; she wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to move. She couldn't believe that Kala had just left her there; she was as good as dead, wandering around the caves blindly.

The distance Kala had gone before turning the corner was longer than she had originally thought. It had been a long time later before Martha felt her head lightly bonking onto the wall of the cave. She felt along through the darkness and grunted as she made the tight turn. She ended up biting her tongue when she banged her head on the ceiling. She growled and pushed herself forward. "I'll bloody kill them," she said again, grunting as she moved forward.

After a few more minutes, it seemed like the tunnel was opening up. She could now move her head without feeling rocks pressing on the top of her head or her chin. She could spread her legs as she pushed forward and her arms were no longer glued to her sides. She sighed in relief. The tunnel might be leading to the surface. Then she could find the Doctors and Mickey, and they could use the TARDIS to find Rose.

She gasped as the ground seemed to disappear under her elbows. After getting over the initial shock, she waved her arm around, delighted to find that they could move in a full circle. The tunnel led into a dark rocky room! When she looked around, she saw no sign of Kala or Rose. There was no light either. She relied on her sense of touch to tell that there was a room out there.

The floor was close to the mouth of the tunnel. She used it to pull herself out. With a grunt, she somersaulted over the edge of it and onto the rocky ground below. When her ankles landed on the ground, she didn't feel her toes touching the wall, which meant the dark room was at least five and a half feet wide. Slowly, Martha got to her feet and felt ahead blindly. It was scary, being blind. After taking a few steps, her hands rested on the rocky cave wall, and she felt along it. After a few seconds, the rocks ended, and her hand dipped into nothing. She felt along as she slowly seemed to leave the room.

All of the sudden, the wall was gone, and she had nothing to lead her. She reached out in front of her, attempting to find something, anything to help her find her way. She wasn't lucky though.

Suddenly, something grabbed her arm.

They had only been driving a few minutes when Maria drove up the driveway. A sign that passed by the passengers seat read 14 Bakersfield Road, and she knew they had arrived. Maria's face was hard and focused, like she was ready for anything. She hadn't said anything since running into Gita, and she wasn't planning on it. She supposed that was kind of unfair to River, who had saved her life twice now. She blasted the wall down and provided everyone with an escape when Calcon had threatened to kill her. River also knew how to fly the TARDIS, and saved her from the gas when the door came down.

Maria stole a quick glance at River. River's hand had rested on the handle of her gun for the entire ride, and it didn't seem to desire letting it go. Maria couldn't blame her. After everything she had been through with the Silurians, she wouldn't let her guard down for anything.

She had barely stopped the car when she jumped out and hurried to the large wire gate that stood in their way. River got out of the car and approached behind her.

"This is the place," Maria said after a moment. "But I don't remember it being locked up and everything." Maria glanced at River whose eyes were scanning the gate. "This used to be the Bubble Shock Factory," Maria said, pulling on the gates. "Bubble Shock was this pop drink. This is where I met Sarah Jane and Luke."

"Why were you all a pop factory?" River asked as she walked up and down the gate, trying to find a way over.

Maria got to her knees and looked under the gate, before deciding it was too narrow to squeeze under. She pulled herself to her feet and said, "These aliens, the Bane, tried to take over the world with this drink, called Bubble Shock. But 2% of the world wouldn't touch it. They made Luke out of all the humans that visited the factory so he could tell them what they needed to modify about the drink." She attempted to pull herself over the gate, but failed. She went on, ignoring the bewildered look on River's face. "Luke broke free and helped us beat the Bane. Then, Sarah Jane adopted him. There's got to be a way over this damn gate!" Maria added, kicking the wires. That didn't do anything.

River seemed to shake off Maria's bizarre story and continue to try to figure out what to do. Maria scanned the gate up and down, and put her hands on her hips. "I think I've figured it out," she murmured. River looked up, surprised.

"You did?" she asked. Maria nodded. "What is it?"

Suddenly, Maria hurried up to River and snatched her gun out of its holster. With a boom, the gun fired, blowing open the gates. River's eyes went wide. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Come on," Maria said. She handed River back her gun and strode through the gates. "We've got to find the others."

"Are you sure?" Donna asked, trying to get a better look. Rory shifted out of the way and Donna saw it clearly. There was a figure in the distance, hobbling towards the side of the canyon. He did look hurt. Donna glanced at the others. "We should go make sure he's OK," she said. 10 nodded in agreement, and beckoned everyone forward.

"Come on," he said. He started for the door. Donna was about to follow when something occurred to her. She put a hand on 10's arm, and he flinched.

"What about Sarah Jane?" she asked. 10's eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh, right," Rory said. "Someone should stay and look after her. If she wakes up while we're gone…"

"I'll stay," Amy said, raising her hand. Rory glanced at her, clearly about to say 'Are you sure?'. Amy pushed him towards the door. "Go on," she ordered. "I'm not a doctor, I'm no use out there."

10 and Rory both opened their mouths, probably to object when Amy hissed, "Shut it and move it." She pointed towards the door, and Rory walked over to it. The Doctor grinned; this incarnation had only just met her, and already, he liked her. Amy flashed him a grin and nudged her head towards the door. "Go on, both of you," she said, speaking to both Donna and 10. "I'll look after Sarah Jane."

Donna nodded and followed the men out the door.

It took them a moment to locate where they had seen the limping figure going. 10 scanned the landscape, his eyes narrowed. After a few moments, Donna grabbed his hand.

"I see the cave," she told them both, hurrying off towards what she had seen. Rory and 10 exchanged glances and hurried after her.

The cave was farther away than they thought it was going to be; by the time they got to the cave, the TARDIS was just a little speck in the distance. The cave was pressed against the side of the canyon walls, going who knows how deep inside. It wasn't that large either. Donna, Rory, and 10 had to stoop to get into it.

"Hello?" 10 called quietly. His voice echoed down the cave. There was no response, just the sound of his voice echoing back.

Donna cleared her throat. "We're not going to hurt you," she replied.

"If you're hurt, we want to help you," Rory added.

There was silence for a few moments before they heard something. A low whimper echoed towards the mouth of the cave. Donna moved in a bit. "Are you okay?"

They heard a shuffling noise and a whimper. The hurt person must have been trying to get further away. 10 beckoned them to move deeper into the cavern.

At first, the cave got lower, so that the three friends were crawling. But after a dip in the ceiling, it seemed to get higher. It was dark though, so the three of them bumped their heads a few time.

The whimpering seemed to get louder as they made their way through the darkness. Rory stretched his hands out in front of him, until he felt a wall.

"I think I've found a turn," he told them. Half a second later, there was a THWACK sound.

"I did as well," he heard 10 grumble.

The young nurse flinched as he felt something swipe at him.

So, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to everybody. I had a good Christmas. My parents framed my picture with Matt Smith and Karen Gillan, so that was cool. And for some reason, my dad thought it would be a good idea to give a miniature weeping angel to a whovian for Christmas, so if you heard a scream on Christmas morning, you may live nearby to me.

I can't wait for school to start up again. I've got a severe case of cabin fever, and if you had to be stuck with my sister for two weeks straight, you'd understand.

I can't believe it's already 2015. WOW!

As usual, I LIVE FOR REVIEWS! Seriously, please review. I will die if you don't! (Just kidding)