The Doctor swung his head from side to side, he would have to quick, they would hear the hatch in the ceiling open and the sonic screwdriver, but ther awas much less chance of him being spotted than if he would risk walking around the corridors sneakily, which he thought was as rubbish as it sounded.
He took a deep breath and pointed the screwdriver resolutely at the ceiling. It buzzed, and the door clattered down. The Doctor winced, tightened his grip on the bag and hauled himself up into the ventilation system as quickly as possible. He looked around, it was stuffy, cramped but otherwise fine and inconspicuously but not excessively dark.
He smiled and shuffled his way forward. But as he tried to move his leg, something was holding him back.
He looked behind him, and is eyes widened in shock.
"That's not possible," he murmured, as if to himself. "How the hell are you here?"
-
Martha was beginning to lose patience. The Master's daughter was being annoyingly enigmatic and Mickey was being silent in the cell next door: 'refusing to panic'.
Lucy had awoken and would talk quietly to Martha, occasionally leaning forward to catch as glimpse of her daughter in the cell opposite, who was being comforted by a groggy Ianto, who had his arm around her.
Thankfully, the Doctor's screams had ceased; he wasn't dead, they would feel it, as Sarah Jane would say. Apparently she was here, she overheard talking about how 'the meddling journalist' had been captured. Martha scoffed at how anodyne it all was, and cliched. And what about Luke? Had they found him too? And what about anyone else Sarah Jane knew? She knew they were only children.
What kind of a person would do such a thing? Them.
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"Who's imprisoned them?"
"Corrupted people, Amy, oh, they were doing so well! Have you ever done the Weimar Republic? Whenever times are bad-"
"People turn to extremism. So, what they've been lead astray by a totalitarian state?"
"Apparently; they have a new leader. Damn, from a rock to a hard place. Anyway, they are the what's known as H4, humanoid-" he indicated himself. "-but from way ahead of your time and technologically lightyears ahead. Unconvential science, but as we know that's the strongest kind."
"Who are we rescuing?"
"Friends," he replied, his eyes to the floor. "They're obviously after evryone connected to me, to get to-"
"Oh, wow-so I take it that includes us?"
"Well, I doubt it, we won't register, as well we're not part of this universe."
"Oh, right, parallel."
"Keep your eyes peeled, you never know. The thing is nothing is for certain, we're not part of the fabric of this universe, so don't take anything for granted!"
"How do they have any right to do this?" Rory interjected. "What right do they have? Why would they, are they not keen on other races then! Guess not...that's just-"
"That's the point. They don't have any right, but as you know, absolute power corrupts absolutely..."
"And prejudice can be very powerful tool."
"That's very true, people's fears are exploited and they are influenced to do things that otherwise would be beyond them. This why this needs to be stopped, I need to stop this, I need to bring this crashing down. I need to resue them, all of them. This needs to stop before they go intergalatic, before the hate spreads."
He looked so forlorn, that Amy put her hand and his and gripped it.
"Absolutely."
"We just need a bit of gadgetry and we should be on our way."
"Try and stop me!" Rory added, sitting next to him, grinning insanely. "We're doing this if it's the last thing we ever do." He added firmly.
Amy nodded, almost proudly.
The Doctor beamed back at him.
"Couldn't have put it better."