Lucy Blake awoke to the sounds of the heavy iron door opening. Two bowls of some kind of grey matter were shoved inside, one for Kenneth, one for Cara. Lucy vaguely remembered Rollins saying she didn't get to eat. From the looks of this stuff, that was fine by her. She was beginning to think, however that the pain in her shoulder blades would never go away. The guard saw that she was awake and slapped her in the face to quicken the process. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Cara flinch. Lucy blinked, seeing stars and felt a tiny trail of blood go down her right cheek, the one that was already scarred. She looked at the guard's hand and saw that he wore a ring. It was on his ring finger. Who would marry this monstrosity, she wondered? He was sneering at her as he said, "Fink your so tough, then, do ya, love? Well, we'll break you before long. Some'ow." Lucy said nothing, only blinked up at him, face perfectly impassive. She stared him down, turning off the pain in her back, the dull ache of her head and the growling of her stomach. She would never speak.

"Not talkin', eh? Well, summing's bound to get to yeh. 'Ow, about this?" And he took half a step closer to Cara and punched her hard in the stomach. Lucy's eyes widened, and although she kept her vow of silence, she strained with all her might against her bonds, trying to break the chains and crawl over to Cara, who was taking in gasping breaths. Lucy had given herself away. The guard was staring at her, laughing, enjoying her anguish. "Knew you 'ad a weak spot, I did. And Captain Rollins will be 'appy to ear that." And with that, he unshackled Cara Small and dragged her away, still gasping. As Cara half walked, half stumbled across the room Lucy heard the guard say, "They won't even recognise you when we're done." Cara's eyes were wide, pleading and Lucy screamed, "No!" in her loudest, shrillest voice. Screw the vow of silence. But the guard only smiled again, victorious, and led Cara away. Lucy sat back against the wall, sobbing. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is all my fault. They're gonna kill her!" Kenneth was sitting quite still, staring at the door where Cara had last been seen. Lucy turned her head to him and said, "I'm so sorry."

Kenneth didn't say anything. He didn't even look at her. He just sat there and stared. Lucy didn't need to ask to know that he loved her. Every now and again he would absently mouth her name. After an hour had gone by, with no sign of Cara or anyone else, he relaxed, lolling his head to look in Lucy's direction. Lucy herself was sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest. She longed to wrap her arms around them but they were chained above her. At long, long last, Lucy and Kenneth heard footsteps. Moonlight was pouring through the window above them again. The door opened and they saw the guard leading a half dead Cara through the door. He walked halfway across the room with her and then shoved her down, letting her fall onto the floor directly in front of Lucy. She was laying sideways, head near Lucy's now crossed legs, the rest of her body pointing to where she had been shackled. Lucy saw that her eyes were fluttering. A large gash was on her head and blood was pouring freely into her eyes. Lucy saw, suppressing the urge to be sick, that one of her legs was broken, lying at an odd angle. Her wrists were scratched and scored, like she had been bound with something jagged, maybe a frayed length of rope. Her breath was coming in tiny gasps, so shallow she was like a baby bird. Cara looked directly at Lucy and tried to open her mouth. Lucy saw blood trail from the corner of it and knew that she was done for. The guard was watching all this with growing amusement.

And then, Cara lifted her hand and rested it on Lucy's knee. Her finger stroked the fabric absently and then her hand fell limp, her eyes closed and she breathed no more.

Lucy's mouth fell open and tears fell freely from her eyes. She could see that the guard was grinning hugely, relishing his victory in making her experience real pain. He was going to stay and savour this, she just knew. He was going to drink in her misery. He was going to die. Lucy braced herself. She focused all her energy on doing this one task. She raised her wrists in their loose chains and with all her might forced them downwards. She felt horrible pain as the chains took the skin off her hands. But she was free. She looked at her shaking, red hands and then up at the guard. He was stunned, mouth hanging open, backing away from her. He didn't even have the wits to grab the communicator at his hip and radio for back up. She rose on shaking legs and glared her most fearsome stare at him. By this time he was almost to the door. Lucy would not let him get that far. Some kind of animalistic instinct welled up inside her, turning her vision red, tasting bile in her mouth. All she saw was fury and how it consumed her. He had killed an innocent girl in order to get to her. Fine. If that was the case, she was as good as got. She sprinted with all her might toward the guard, screaming her rage. As her body collided with his, she grabbed hold of his collar, forcing him back to the iron door. She was still running with him and the only thing that stopped her was him, hitting the iron door. She let go and he looked dizzy, eyes rolling around in his head. She didn't let him regain any ground and seized his head again, banging it into the door over and over. He finally slumped to the ground, presumably dead. Lucy breathed in several ragged breaths and slowly turned to face Kenneth, who also stared at her open-mouthed, and to Cara's lifeless body. She stumbled over to her, falling to her knees. She cradled her head in her lap and cried, tears spilling onto Cara's face. She had just killed someone. She'd killed someone who had killed lots of other people, who wanted to kill her, but all the same. She thought herself no better than him. And yet, had she the opportunity to go back and relive that moment, she wouldn't change a single thing. Standing, she gently set Cara's head down and walked over to the guard. Digging in his pockets, she found the keys.

Lucy crossed back over to Kenneth and wordlessly unlocked him from his chains. He rubbed his wrists as the rusted metal fell loose and stared up at her. She offered him a bloody hand and he took it and let her help him stand. He put a hand on her shoulder, silently thanking her, whether for killing their jailor, or just setting him free, she didn't know. She made to leave, readying herself for the fight to come, but his hold tightened on her. She turned around and saw him bending down to pick Cara up. He held her the same way the Doctor had held Lucy after she'd fallen out of the mirror in Wales. Lucy's jaw clenched and she fought off the tears by biting down on her tongue, hard. They walked out the door, Lucy leading the way and down the hallway. Once they reached the stairs, Lucy switched positions, moving to Kenneth's back in order to spot him in case he faltered and slipped. Before opening the door to the room containing the rest of the guards and Captain Rollins, Kenneth moved farther down the hallway, setting Cara safely down, out of reach. Silently, Kenneth moved Lucy aside, motioning for her to stay against the wall. She did, and watched as he ran into the door with his shoulder, breaking it down. Lucy then dashed through right behind Kenneth, to find their torturers completely stunned. Rollins was standing in the centre of a semi-circle. She looked livid upon seeing the two prisoners. "What the hell is going on here? Where's Rudolpho?" Kenneth brought himself to his full height, a sizeable 190cm. He squared his jaw and threw back his shoulders. "He's dead. He was in the way." Kenneth's voice was deep, like boulders crashing together and he was quite intimidating. Lucy, only 160cm tall, weighing only seven stone, was still fierce. Her fury made up what she lacked in size. With her stance, feet apart, glaring eyes, hard grimace and utterly silent, she was also quite scary. Rollins' lip was curling and she had hate written in every feature. Lucy had qualms with taking a life, even hers, even Rudolpho's. But if it came to a fight, there would be no holds barred. Rollins snapped her fingers and the remaining three guards advanced on them. Kenneth took two, punching, kicking and hitting every surface he could reach. The third was Lucy's. He immediately seized her in a choke hold, ready to strangle the life out of her. But Lucy was prepared. She remembered the good old days, when Evan Blake had tried the very same thing. She raised her left arm in the air and brought it down, over the guard's arm. Her right hand gripped his that was holding her and didn't let it move. He looked at her in confusion and that was when she struck. She rammed her elbow into the guard's face, twice and he let go. She coughed, rubbing her sore throat. He came at her again, swinging and she ducked. But this time he was ready and he kicked her in the stomach and she went down hard. Lucy lay on the ground, pretending to be more winded than she was. The guard came up to her, ready to strike her again. She swung her legs round, knocking him in the back of the knees. This time he crumpled, and as he did, Lucy shoved the heel of her hand into his nose and she felt it break. She recognised him as the one who had broken her own nose. She indicated it, still not saying a word, and winked at him. He fell to the ground, and Lucy was facing Rollins.

Apparently, though, Rollins was not going to take her chances and she ran. Lucy turned tail, following after her. She had left Kenneth still fighting off two guards, but she couldn't afford to go back and help. Rollins was running down a different hallway, toward a set of glass doors that led outside. Lucy almost stopped running to drink in this welcome sight. But she'd be there soon. And sure enough, Rollins threw the doors open, Lucy charging after her into the early morning sun. She had no idea where they were, but when people saw this battered girl chasing after an officer of the Alliance of the Sun, they came running too. Soon, Rollins was surrounded by the members of an angry town. A town that had been terrorized, and now was out for blood. They were all making to attack her, but for the first time, Lucy let her voice be heard. It cracked from lack of use, but her words rang out all the same. "Wait! Don't come any closer to her. Captain Rollins, I will not be the one to kill you. Now I have no control over these people, nor the right to control them. And neither do you. So I can't guarantee that you'll be alive for very much longer. But I would caution these people to let you live. To let you live in captivity, in darkness, hopefully with unquenchable grief and regret. I don't even know if you're capable of those emotions, but God, if you are, I hope you live a very long life with them. My name is Lucy Blake, and I travel with a man called the Doctor. And your guards were wrong when they said he was of no importance, because together, he and I are going to bring down the Sun!" The crowd that had gathered put up a cheer and then watched as Lucy strode over to the loathsome Captain Rollins. She put her face right in front of hers, and only those closest heard Lucy say in a low, threatening voice, "I hope you live forever."

And with that, without another word, Lucy turned round, turned her back on the only person she had truly come to hate in a long while. She could feel the town's eyes on her back, but that didn't matter. She ran with a new purpose now: find the Doctor.

It didn't take her long to find the spot where the T.A.R.D.I.S had landed and the first good thing in almost two days happened now. It was still there, door closed and locked. Lucy was already crying as she drew out her key from underneath her blood and sweat soaked shirt and unlocked the door.

There, on the ground, still unconscious, was the Doctor. Lucy hurriedly bent down to him and put her ear to his mouth. She felt only the tiniest breath of air. So she extended her fingers to his neck and felt for a pulse. There, ever so faint, so thready and almost like an echo, was the Doctor's pulse. The only thing she could think of to do was C.P.R. She didn't know how to fly the T.A.R.D.I.S. and she certainly couldn't carry him to a hospital, even if she knew where one was. So she pushed for all she was worth on his chest and breathed two short puffs of air into his mouth. Nothing was happening. He couldn't be dead, he just couldn't. And then Lucy remembered, and felt like an idiot for not having done sooner. "Two hearts!" she exclaimed to herself. And now she compressed on both sides of his chest and then blew in air to his lungs. She did this twice and then-

The Doctor breath in, gasping, eyes wide! As he struggled to rise, Lucy knocked him back down, hugging him close to her. Confused, her put his hands on her back and then said in a weak voice, "Lucy, Lucy, please, let up; I only just started breathing again." And Lucy sat up, crying and smiling.

The Doctor was trying to make sense of what was going on as he sat up. Instantly, he realised that he had been knocked out, had been electrocuted. Lucy had brought him back and was now staring at him, looking awful. Her cheek was still bleeding from the guard's slap, her hair was matted with blood, she had a dark ring around her neck, with distinct finger marks and her nose was clearly broken, and he could tell had only recently stopped bleeding. He looked down at her hands, each their own red mess. His own clothes and face were smeared with blood where she had brought him back to life and then hugged him. He moved to his knees and took Lucy's tiny wrists in his hands. He had always thought her hands were beautiful, so delicate, fingers thin and perfectly tapered. They were so sure, deft and agile and now they were bloodied, nearly every nail chipped, and quite raw. He handled them as gently as he could, and still she winced in pain as he touched her. She was looking up at him and he could see further sadness in her stormy eyes. It was his turn to hug her close, putting his arms round her shaking shoulders. As he felt her head rest against his shoulder, he let a single tear escape from each eye. What had happened to her? As if she could read his mind, she pushed away and took in a deep breath. She told him the whole story, starting from when he'd been shot. She couldn't stop herself from crying when she relayed how this Alliance had taken away Cara Small and brought her back only to let Lucy watch her die. The Doctor pulled her into his arms again, the back of her head against his chest. They stayed like this and Lucy told the rest of the story to his shoes.

"And Doctor, the people in the crowd, I dunno what they did with Rollins, and I don't care but there might still be more people back where they held me. We have to go back and let them out. We have to stop the Alliance." The Doctor let her go and helped her stand. "Quite right, Lucy. Not a moment to waste." He tried to sound cheerful as he wiped a tear off her face, fingers lingering a little too long on the line where her jaw bone met her neck. He tore out the door, holding her hand and they ran together. Lucy was able to follow her memory to where the townspeople had gathered, but she'd been unconscious when she was taken to…wherever it was. They looked round and the only building that looked promising was slightly to their right, about a furlong away. They set off for it and reached it quickly. Lucy recognised the doors immediately and pulled them towards her.

Once inside, Lucy confirmed that this was indeed the building where she'd been held. She led the way down the hallway to a doorway directly in front of a set of stairs. The Doctor saw a girl's body lying not far away and recognised Cara Small from Lucy's description. Lucy seemed to take this as a good sign and went through the doorway whose door was lying about a meter away. Inside the room, two guards were dead on the floor and a third was bound to the metal chair in the centre of the room. Lucy saw that it was the one she'd fought. "Kenneth, are you still here?" she called to the darkness.

Kenneth came forward, armed with what looked like a gun, pointing directly at the Doctor. Lucy stepped in front of him and said, "Relax, Kenneth, this is my friend. He's the Doctor and we're going to help you." Kenneth apparently needed to other persuading and lowered his weapon.

"Should we kill this one?"

"No." said the Doctor and Lucy at the same time. "Let him live." The Doctor continued. Kenneth nodded somewhat reluctantly and the Doctor bid him to tell the story of how the Alliance had come to power. Apparently, London was run by a president, who'd died. He and his Vice President had been murdered, poisoned. Rollins, a prominent member of the Delegates, stepped forward and framed several members of her opposing party for the murders and had them jailed. The people roared for her immediate election and she accepted. Democracy quickly turned to chaos. Rollins set up her Alliance, who terrorized anyone suspected of treasonous acts. Soon, nearly everyone was a suspect and no one was safe. They had only started with the torture chambers about a week ago, starting with Kenneth, Cara, and two others who had started a newsletter, called Alliance of the Moon. They'd written about all things Anti-Sun and were hunted down and punished. When Kenneth had finished, Lucy was shaking her head in disgust and the Doctor was frowning. "Tell me, Kenneth; are there any more prisoners here? In other rooms, maybe?"

"I dunno, we never saw. We could go check." Lucy and the Doctor nodded simultaneously and Kenneth led the way down the stairs, looking briefly at Cara's body. They passed the room where the three of them had been held and looked into each of the other twelve rooms. All empty. "It doesn't make sense to set up this whole place only to persecute one small group of people." Lucy said. But the Doctor had his spectacles on, and was thinking as always. "Maybe you just didn't notice the other people being taken. They grabbed you, Lucy, and they had no evidence that you were a terrorist, just that you didn't have identification."

"Half the time, we were unconscious from being beaten or starved. They could have moved troops through here in that time. We were all half crazed anyway; most of what happened here seems like a nightmare now." The Doctor was nodding, having already thought of this.

"So what happens to the people?"

"The Alliance of the Sun was only ever comprised of Rollins and her thugs. There's that one tied upstairs left and maybe Rollins herself. We can have a proper election now and go back to the way things used to be. Thank you, Lucy, for helping me out."

"What will you do now, Kenneth?"

"I'm going to take Cara to her family in the North. She can be buried there. I was gonna propose to her next week. I never even got to say goodbye."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Said the Doctor. Lucy only looked at Kenneth, her eyes filling, not needing to say anything. She could still feel Cara's hand on her knee, saying goodbye to her. She felt a huge stab of guilt and even a little anger at Cara herself. Why had she said goodbye to her and not to Kenneth? Lucy had felt that the two of them were very similar, maybe kindred spirits caught up in the same mess. Kenneth escorted Lucy and the Doctor back to the world above and they bid goodbye. Lucy watched him go back inside to retrieve his loved one's body. The Doctor was holding out his hand to her when she turned back round and she took it, walking with him back to the T.A.R.D.I.S.

As the Doctor walked back with Lucy, he knew that he would not feel right until he got her back inside and left New Earth, probably never to return. This was by far, the worst experience he'd had on the planet. And he'd been unconscious for most of it. There was no denying now, he thought, as he held the wooden door to his Police Box open for Lucy that he cared for her way more than he should. He quickly set the coordinates for the hospital in New New York. Once there, it was a quick matter of stitching up the back of Lucy's head, setting her perfect nose straight again, and cleaning the rest of her wounds, and then they were back inside the T.A.R.D.I.S. Something seemed to take hold of Lucy and before she went down the hall to her room, she put her hands on either side of the Doctor's face and kissed his forehead lightly. He closed his eyes, barely suppressing a sigh, and then watched as she walked away from him for some much needed sleep. He knew where his next destination would be, set the coordinates and as soon as they were there, he peeked outside and made sure they were in a safe place. He then double checked the lock, and went to his own room for his own much needed sleep.