The doctor sat, perfectly still for 10 agonising seconds. A timer ticked rapidly, situated right above his left ear. Had he given up? Immersed in thought, his brow furrowed, sweat trickled down his nose onto his dry chapped lips. His eyes glazed over, not a word escaped his lips. Amy thought he was dead, slumped, motionless in a chair, his eyes looked like they belonged to a dead fish. Precious seconds slipping through her fingers. Amy couldn't bare it.

"DOCTOR, DON'T JUST SIT THERE!" Amy shouted, but to no avail.

"I don't want you to die" she whispered, biting her lip so hard, soon she would be tearing right through it, trying to hold back anymore tears.

Jolting upwards, he easily freed his hands, from the confinements of the leather straps, so quickly it made Amy jump. Getting up from the chair, he felt around the trap which was wrapped securely around his head, so tight he could almost feel the unforgiving metal against his skull. He glared at the CCTV camera in the top right corner of the room, which he hadn't noticed before, he squinted at it, as though he could see someone at the other end, staring right back at him.

Where's, the key? His victims always get a way out. As quickly as he though that, he answered his own question. Looks, like I'm going to have to dismantle this myself. He could feel a fluent network of cogs on the back of his head, some as big as saucers, some as small ad wedding rings. He took a chance and yanked the biggest cog he could find. Unsurprisingly, the bear trap remained firm.

There must be a weak spot, he wouldn't just let me die, that would be too easy, he wants to see me suffer first. Amy couldn't stand, not being to go over to help him, he was going to die right in front of her eyes, and she couldn't to anything about it. Thrashing against her chained restraints, she knew it would be no use; all attempts to escape would be futile.

The doctor turned around to face away from Amy, he couldn't work efficiently when he was being distracted by a distraught red head. He glanced at his watch, only 2 more minutes.

The timer was ticking insistently, making it near impossible to think clearly. Relentlessly he tugged at all the cogs he could find, but, as far as he could tell, they were all perfectly meshed together. His mind whirring with thoughts of desperation. He wouldn't put the weak spot somewhere obvious, where wouldn't I look, where could he have hidden the weak spot. He tried tugging the handle which sat on the top of the helmet. But all he achieved was it tugging a bit of his hair out and making the bit dig deeper into his gums. Becoming more and more desperate he pulled harder, still hoping that somehow, it would brake. The truth was he needed nothing short of a miracle. He was getting more and more dizzy, more and more sick, he wasn't thinking straight, it was more important than ever that he thought quickly and clearly.

He half felt like turning around and telling Amy to shut up, though she wasn't saying anything at all, but her thoughts were too loud, and also he couldn't talk any more. His lip was curled upwards at an awkward angle, he looked even more like a horse, now all he needed was the buck teeth.

Checking his watch he realised he had wasted valuable time, and too much of it. One minute left. he must be relishing this, watching me squirm, and my companion dying a little inside with every second that goes past.

Something was digging into his ear, making it incredibly itchy. It felt like a mosquito bite. I cant worry about that right now, not when I'm going to die in 40 seconds, no, make that 38. he wracked his brains in frustration, where would you hide a weak spot, where no one would see it, somewhere hidden, somewhere that it would not be disturbed. Urrrrrrrmmmmmmmmm, hurry up, think of something, stupid idiot, how can you be a proper timelord if you cant get of of a trap like –OH- Oh, oh oh! It's so obvious, why didn't I think of that before?

In one swift motion the doctor reached behind his itchy ear, and pulled out the cog, which had been nestled behind his ear. There was a dull thunk, then tinkling noises, as the cogs spilled onto the floor below, similar to the noise a wind chime makes or a breezy summer morning.

Quick as a flash, he pulled the deadly metal helmet off his head, and out of his mouth and hurled it at the wall opposite, Making a dent in the concrete wall. Surprisingly, quite a lot of the trap still remained intact, but it was off his head, that's what mattered.

Breathing in massive lung-fulls of air, but it was like trying to pump up a punctured balloon. He collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"Doctor…" amy sighed, staring at the emotionally shattered man, sprawled in a crumpled heap on the floor. But thankfully he was still breathing.

Suddenly there was a snapping sound, and the trap catapulted itself into the air, making all three hearts in the room stop momentarily. After about 10 seconds, he had got his breath back. Gripping the largest cog within arm's reach, he stood up to face the camera, which adjusted its zoom to stare him right in the face.

He glared at the camera, and after a momentous pause, he said

"I am not an animal in a zoo, here to play for your amusement, and neither are my friends," clear close to completely loosing his temper

"and I swear, when I find you, you will be the one looked in a cage for all to see".

Having said what he wanted to say, he lobbed to cog directly at the camera. It hit it right on the lens, the glass broke and the camera fell to the floor, a few sparks flew, before the camera completely died.

The doctor ran over to Amy, who still didn't quite believe he was alive

"I must be hallucinating; you were seconds away from getting your mouth torn open." She stared at him like a confused puppy, head tilted to one side.

The doctor looked into her eyes with intense scrutiny

"don't think you have concussion, but I cant be sure" the doctor mumbled, lifting up her eyelids briefly.

"now, answer me completely honestly," the doctor whispered in her ear "do you remember anything about what happened before we woke up here?"

"I remember…. I think we were eating at a diner" said amy

"what date was it?" the doctor questioned amy.

"it was, Easter…. Easter Sunday, we were stuffing our faces with Hershey's, remember?"

"That would mean it was….. The 27th, and today is, the 29th"

"So we were abducted 2 days ago"

"Wait, there was someone with us.. I can't remember who"

"Good point, where is Rory …."

"Oh my god, how could I forget" Amy said, completely shocked

"Don't worry, Amy, don't get stressed, you cant afford to," the doctor stared sternly at her.

"How could I not be worried? He's my husband!" Amy asked indignantly.

" I promise, I will find Rory, and save you're lives, " he looked deeply into her panic stricken eyes.

"pinky promise?" Amy challenged him.

" pinky promise" doctor said, deeply serious, lifting up his little finger for her to see.

In the corner of his eye he could see an envelope, which was just out of Amy's line of vision. He went over and picked it up.

"Where are you going" Amy said, frightened that he would leave her.

"No where, currently" replied the doctor, more focused on reading the letter.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm am looking to see if there is a way to easily get you out, without getting your chest ripped open"

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Yes"

"Well you're not doing a very good job at doing it!" Amy tutted.

The doctor extracted a small piece of lined paper from the envelope, the letter read:

Hello doctor,

Presuming you have completed you're first task and are reading this, you have managed to stay alive, which was pretty likely. You're companion is slowly dying, currently every time she inhales the claws get a tiny bit deeper, about half a millimetre, I expect. Within about an hour of you reading this her lungs, stomach, and liver will puncture, and she will die, slowly and painfully.

However, you can save Amelia ponds life. Enclosed in this the envelope is a key, that will allow you to enter the room on your right. But I warn you, your next challenge is to save someone you despise, someone who should have died a long time ago. You will find the precise information you need to save this being in the next room.

I look forward to seeing you there.

Jigsaw