General Bainley begun his march to the containment facility, his men following behind him. There guns at the ready, his own weapon holstered in the pouch on his belt. This was a clear sign of pride, knowing that he was right not to trust the man and that Dr Samantha was misguided in her choice to show him around. Once he had reached the containment facility he gloated to Samantha instantly,
"Ah, Samantha, our 'guest' giving you a bit of trouble? You know, I could have told you that myself. Tut, tut." Annoyance had struck Samantha's face, she had a strong disliking for the General; she found him an arrogant mess of a leader who had no loyalty to the project but as long as he got paid on time he'd be happy.
"Dr Crowd to you, I am still in Command, General. Our guest has been... More inconvenient than I had thought. He's overridden the systems and has locked himself in with the subject. I'm sure getting through that glass won't be so hard for a man of your skills." Samantha explained to him, his smile widening at the prospect of smashing the glass.
The Doctor observed the General and Dr Crowd from the inside of the cell, obviously it was sound proof as he could not hear their voices when there mouths moved. He hoped it worked both ways. The subject was curling into one of the corners of the cell, her arms entangled around her knees.
"I don't believe you, Mother said that people want to take me. That I'm special." She was cowering from the Doctor, afraid of his mysterious demeanour.
"You are special, she got that right but would a Mother give her daughter a number instead of a name? Would a Mother lock her daughter up like some sort of animal?"
"It's for my own good, protection, yes that's what Mother says. Protection."
"Can't you see you have been brainwashed to believe that is the truth? You have only been told lies all your life so when the truth is put forward you can only deny it."
The subject put her hands to her ears, trying to block out the accented voice and his words of venom. "Lies. Lies! Please, Mister, just leave me alone!"
"I can't do that. I won't leave without you. Ok, you want evidence of my story. Like identification. I can do that." The Doctor pushed himself forward to the curled up subject, putting his fingers on each side of her forehead.
"Time Lords have this neat little trick, you see. Communication of the mind. Comes in handy." The Doctor blasted the subjects mind with flashes of his life, bursts of all his faces and all of his companions. All the good he has done leading up to the very moment he had entered the cell. The subject pushed him away from her and the Doctor slid along the floor.
"You wanted identification, so I gave you my own personal biography. Everything I am in brief flashes, enough for you to process who I am."
The subject had removed herself from the ball position she had been in, her arms now spread out and her legs not touching anymore.
"You're- you're telling the truth." She looked up to him with eyes that were wet from tears that had begun to swell up in the sockets, "thank you. Thank you!" She jumped up and grappled onto the Doctor, giving him a tight hug. The Doctor was taken by surprise via the sudden hug, his hands not knowing where to go and so he put them down on her shoulders.
"You're welcome. This mean you are coming with me?" He questioned and the girl looked to him, removing herself from the hug.
"Yes! Absolutely! All those things you have seen, I want to see them myself. I never realised there was so much more." Excitement was overwhelming her thoughts, clouding her mind to to the danger outside.
"Well, if we make it out of this alive, I promise to be your guide to the universe. Right now we need to focus." He took his sonic and held it to his thigh, working out a plan in his head. He looked up to the speakers in the corners of the walls. They had a chance.
"Ready?"
"Ready!"