"Why didn't you tell me about the prison?" The call came from behind him, not by far but enough for the Doctor to be uncertain of the distance. She was almost hesitant.

"Wasn't important." He answered shortly, holding his head high and facing forward. He had no idea where the tension had come from.

"'Wasn't important' like hell it wasn't" She grumbled under her breath and the Doctor grinned to himself. He'd missed this side of her. "So where are we going?"

"Back to the TA- to my spaceship. We need to get out of here." He huffed. He needed to get her out of the way of anything that could remind her of what she was, they had already come far to close for anyone's good.

"But there are things I still want to look at; there are things I still don't understand. Doctor please-" She pulled him to a stop, board of him walking away from her as she talked "-These are the people who tried to hack into my brain, and I can't remember anything because of that. I want to know why, if only to see if it helps me to remember who I am."

Yes, the Doctor thought, that's exactly what I want to stop.

"To dangerous." He huffed, turning away in an attempt to avoid her eyes. He hand collided with his shoulder. Hard. "Ow!"

"Surly that's my decision to make." She snarled as her face curled up in distaste. "Not yours. You can run away in your stupid blue box while I go looking for answers."

"With a whole prison full of guards after you blood? Do you think you can just walk around here as if you own the place like they haven't already called on your head? We should have heard the alarms by now, we've been lucky to get out when I'm curtain that they already know you're gone. If you stop being an idiot for five minuets we can get you out, Alive. Does that not mean anything to you?" He hissed back, wary of the empty prison cells around them as if they might come alive and eat them. It probably happened on one of the planets he'd been on in his long life.

"Like you care?" Her voice rose from a squeak to a furious roar at his interrogations. "Like it's any concern of yours if I die? I'm no concern of yours at all. You're just some nobody who, for all I know, erased my memory yourself."

"Can you shut up please? Keep shouting like that and we'll both lose out heads." It came out rather levelled for the anger that welled in the Doctor body.

"Fine." She huffed; blonde curls flicked over her shoulder "You want me to shut up? Fine. I'll go. I'll find my own way away from here." She turned to disappear back the way they had come. It was almost a reflex - how quickly his hand grabbed at her wrist, pulling her back to him.

"I won't hurt you." He told her softly, faces inches away from each other. "But they will, if they catch you. So stay with me and I can keep you as safe as possible."

She nodded at him, pulling her arm from his grip and walking ahead of him, her face turned away from him. At least she was going in the right direction.

"You have questions." This itself wasn't a question.

"Yes"

"Go on then." She turned to face him, and eyebrow arched as she calculated a good place to start. He stopped, tugging her with him so she wouldn't fall over walking backwards.

"We're in a prison. We're inmates here."

"No. You're an inmate; I'm just… passing through. But that's easily fixable." He grinned at her and she crossed her arms at him.

"He called me River."

"These aren't really questions. You know that, don't you?" He was hedging, avoiding the not-question, with little success. Both eyebrows rose this time.

"'Why?' is a question."

He turned his back to her to start walking again, offering a quick shrug of his shoulders to her where she watched him go. "Must have mistaken you for someone else."

"With this hair? Could you mistake me for anyone else?" The Doctor smiled softly when she couldn't see. He'd never mistake her for anyone. "You're not telling me everything are you?"

"Of course I am. Everything I know, I'd tell you." Not. "We just need to get back to my spaceship."

She seamed to agree. The silence was almost unbearable as they walked through the endless corridors, almost a world away from the comfortable lack of sound from the TARDIS corridors not half an hour ago.
Until...

"Next left." He turned to face her, walking backwards unwisely.

"Sorry?"

"Your spaceship. The room we where in twenty-three minuets ago is where I assume you're trying to get to. Next left then right, three corridors down to cell 591 then turn left again. Directions are quite simple, actually."

He smiled at her, the TimeLord qualities he knew and loved so much resurfacing. "Apparently." She smiled back, her green eyes locking on his, still full of curiosity and happiness, all the anger gone now.

Her directions where (obviously) correct and finally the TARDIS was in front of the two, the yellow light from the windows lighting the dark room. River, predictably, ran straight to the chair in the room.

"This was my chair, wasn't it?" She asked softly, while he was in the middle of hugging the TARDIS.

"Pardon?" He released his grip on the TARDIS and turning to face her. She was sat back in the chair, one wrist slotted between the still open cuffs, the other tracing the metal of the closed one. "Why- Why would it be your chair?"

"The cuff sizes." She stood again, and pulled him over to the chair, avoiding the puddles of blood coating the floor. "Look. The gaps are the same size as my writs, and I told you that it had to be someone small but strong, yes? How do you think I got out of the handcuffs? I pulled them apart. Literally." He watched as she pulled something from the head-rest of the chair. "The hair is a dead give-away." She held a blonde curl between her fingertips.

"Which only leaves one option." She dropped the curl as her hands fell to her hips. "You lied to me."

Soooo... Chapter 6. Gawd!
'A stupid chapter in which nothing much happens' - that's the summery of this one.
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