"Please tell me you have your Sonic Screwdriver." Said Clyde.

"Nope. And that just makes the escaping part even more fun." Replied the Doctor, looking around desperately for a way out.

"Great. No Sonic Screwdriver. What are we going to do now?"

"Oh, come on, Clyde. Use your imagination. Not everything revolves around my sonic screwdriver. Well, apart from when I landed on a planet where it was illegal not to use a sonic device. We just need to find something to use as a lockpick. That's all."

And so they searched for hours, looking frantically in their pocket and around the room. But there was no sign of anything that could even be remotely useful.

"Okay. No lockpick. Looks like we could be trapped here for some time." The Doctor said after a while.

"Yeah. Thanks for pointing that out, bright spark." Snapped Clyde.

"Shut up, Clyde. The Doctor's trying his best to help, remember?"

"I just wish I'd gone to a driving school before I drove the car from university and back. Then the Doctor wouldn't be trapped here with us. It's my fault you're trapped here too, Doctor."

"I thought you were cleverer than to think that, Luke. I'm going to tell you something your mum would say if she was with us now. There are millions of species out there and they don't all exist just because of one person's actions. They exist because the universe allows them to. It's not your fault I'm trapped with you, Luke. It's the universe that brought us right here, right now. Even if you had driven to find your mum, I would've still been trapped here. Because the universe decides. And the universe has decided this must happen."

Then, as if by pure coincidence, the 11th Doctor walked around the corner, beaming and holding up a strange device. The device had weird, claw like grips surrounding a green light. The handle was a mixture of bronze and white. For some reason, it felt familiar to Clyde and Rani. Almost as if they'd seen it before.

"And the universe has decided I should be here, too." Said the 11th Doctor, pointing his Sonic Screwdriver at the door.

The tip whirred and Clyde and Rani realized at once it was a sonic screwdriver. That was when they heard the sound of stomping footsteps coming their way. The Sontarans were coming.

Glancing nervously behind, the 11th Doctor said "Erm, I think we better run."

Sarah sighed. The Sontarans had left her to do all the work. They'd been gone for ages now and she was beginning to wonder what they were up to. Tired of sorting out the tour dates, Sarah decided enough was enough. It was time to investigate.

Sarah walked out into the corridor and watched in horror as she saw two Doctors, Clyde, Luke and Rani run past in a hurry, with Laxx and Draxx chasing after them, firing their weapons randomly around the corridor.

"I demand to know why you're chasing my son and his friends if you don't mind." Shouted Sarah angrily. "I thought I could trust you."

"We're taking part in an important part of target practise you humans know as tag." Draxx lied.

"Don't listen to him, Sarah! They locked us in a room with the Doctor. Well, his previous incarnation, anyway." Rani called back.

"We were just playing a Sontaran version of hide and seek. I'm afraid these half forms and your timelord friend took it seriously."

"Oh. Well, I guess that's alright, then. Just, no more shooting at them. Okay?"

"We shall obey your commands, Sarah Jane Smith."

"Good. Now I want to know what you're all doing here. That includes you two too, Doctors. In here."

Sarah Jane led them through a door.

They were in the recording studio. The Bannerman road gang and the Doctors had told her everything, from arriving in the TARDIS and being locked up, to the 11th Doctor turning up and rescuing them. When they had finished their story, Sarah Jane had started to feel suspicious about the Sontarans.

"What I don't understand is, if they're just wanting to succeed in the charts, then why did they bother locking you up? Even if they were playing their version of hide and seek."

"Ah, that's my Sarah! Always with the questions."

"Well, what do you expect, Doctor? She's a journalist. I think that's enough talking for now. Mind you, I can hardly talk. The last time I was shy was probably when the shyinetes on the planet of the shy in the constellation of shy converted me into a shyinete. I was unable to speak for days. Absolute torture. Anyway, allons-y!"

Outside the recording studio, a middle aged woman stood waiting, microphone ready in hand. A cameraman stood directly opposite her, the camera facing straight towards her face. Surrounding them were hundreds of female fans, ear piercing screams hanging around like a disease.

"We're here waiting outside Stinginton Studios. It is expected one of the band members of 'Sarah Jane and the Sontarans' will come out and officially confirm the long-rumoured 2014 tour. Here comes Draxx now."

The news reporter walked towards Draxx, but Draxx shoved her aside.

"Pathetic screaming half forms. Anybody would think you're scared of such a fine warrior species as me."

One nervous fan stepped forward and asked "M-mr Draxx. W-w-ill you m-arry me?"

"Do you really think I'd say yes, foolish human? I'm from a hugely powerful race of warrior clones. I do not have time for saying silly wedding vows to a far inferior species."

"But, I-I love you."

"No, like every other fan of a band on this planet, you've allowed yourself to be severely brainwashed by another being's music. Your condition is beyond critical. Your brain is weaker than an Adipose's."

Without realizing Sarah Jane was watching with her friends and her son, Draxx lifted up his weapon and aimed it at the fan. He pulled the trigger. The silent air that had now surrounded the area was invaded by a huge scream. But not a scream of excitement. A scream of fear. She fell. The fan was dead.