The Doctor and Charles stopped running upon reaching a brick three story dwelling. While catching his breath Charles looked up asking, "She in there?"
"Only one way to find out!"
They approached the door and the Doctor reached for his screwdriver, but was beat when Charles kicked the door open in determination. The Doctor's eyebrows shot up in response. That was pretty impressive if he would say so himself, but there was no time for accolades as Charles ran in yelling, "Rachel! Rachel! Are you here?"
The Doctor quickly moved to put his hand over the mouth of his friend. "Your going to get her killed." Charles nodded and the alien removed his hand. The room looked lived in, but no bodies were present.
Charles had to make sure they were in the right spot. "Is she upstairs?"
The Doctor looked at his controller. "Yea, they're up there."
"How many?"
"Could be four or five."
Charles sighed. "I could really use a gun right now."
The Doctor exclaimed. "No guns! No fun in that!" And with that he took off running up the stairs with a larger than life grin and Charles following excited that he was so close to getting Rachel back.
Upon reaching the second floor, they noticed that it too was empty so they kept running until reaching the third floor. When they got there they both stopped suddenly staring at the barrel of a futuristic looking gun held by one of dark green creatures.
The Doctor acted as if the gun was a toy as he confronted it. "I think you have something that belongs to my friend, yeah?"
The creature answered with a deep throaty voice. "She's ours. She has something that we want." Charles couldn't believe it. The creature had never spoken before and on top of that it had been in English.
The Doctor took an intimidating step toward the creature and his gun. "What does she have?"
"A spare part for our ship which we need to fly out of here. You shall not pass!"
"Lord of the rings? Really?" The Doctor threw his hands up before shifting gears. "You crashed didn't you? A little embarrassed of yourself, aren't ya?"
The creature snarled at the Doctor. "I will shoot you."
"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you. You see I am rather the brilliant fellow. Ask Charles here. I spliced this little Yamra tracker with just a little ingenuity and I could solve your problem for you if you let his wife go, because that's the sort of man I am. I'm going to give you one chance Telemarvin."
A hint of fear crossed the creature. "You know…. You know of us?"
"Telemarvins." The Doctor said their race with disgust. "A rare breeding experiment of Regulas Five and Mars. The shunned ones of the Milky Way. So many out there would spit on you if they had the chance. You know that you shouldn't be here, right?"
"Show me your papers."
The Doctor withdrew a piece of paper from his coat showing it at the alien before pocketing it again. The Telemarvin immediately lowered his gun with a look of extreme guilt. He now sounded completely scared, a complete one eighty of his earlier threats. "Please, don't report us. I beg of you."
Charles was now on the offensive. "Where is my wife?"
The green alien pointed tentatively as he still stared up at the Doctor. "Second door on the right."
Charles immediately began to run leaving the Telemarvin and the Doctor behind. He was going to see Rachel! Charles didn't care what he passed as he whipped by a couple aliens before throwing open the door told to him.
At first the room appeared empty, but Charles clearly heard a shuffling of clothing and an unintelligible groan inside saying, "Mmmph."
Charles stepped into the room almost crying as he saw his wife again in the corner bound with rope and tape gagged. As best she could she called out to him. "Mmmle!"
With quick speed Charles ripped the tape off Rachel's lips with an accompanying yelp of pain from her before he leaned down and practically snogged her brains out. He broke the kiss and smiled breathlessly. "Rachel, I thought I'd never see you again."
"Oh, Charlie." He moved to untie Rachel's wrists as she continued. "I couldn't understand them. They yelled at me in some weird dialect and then tied me up and stole the necklace you bought me in Shanghai. They held it and talked together about it like it was important."
Charles had now progressed to her ankles. "They said they needed you for a spare part for their ship. They just wanted you for your necklace? It doesn't make any sense."
"I don't think so Charlie. They must have tied me up because they need to do something to me. I don't think we're safe just yet."
"Course we are. I have this friend that I brought with me. The Doctor. He sorted everything out for us." Charles was practically walking on air as the Doctor stepped into the room. "Speak of the devil."
"Charles." The Doctor didn't appear as jovial as before as he walked in looking at his friend and the now untied Rachel. "That your wife? Rachel?"
"Yea. Something wrong?"
The Doctor sighed. "I helped splice together and fix their ship with the Tibetan ruby from Rachel's necklace. Can't get it back to you, but the Telemarvins are getting ready to go."
Rachel asked, "Well, that's good isn't it, right?"
Charles looked on fearfully. The Doctor should be at the least a little excited, but his body language and tone of voice communicated something completely different. "Doctor, what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry, Charles. I'm so sorry."
The Doctor walked into the room fully and stepped to the side waving for someone to follow him. Charles and Rachel saw one of the Telemarvins walk forward into the room wielding a gun and training it straight on them.
The Telemarvin addressed the couple with its deep voice. "Do the humans have any last requests?"