River, Jack and Chloe arrived in the underground structure. "Yours is better than mine!" Jack said to River, smiling. River chuckled in reply. They were used to the problems inflicted upon themselves when using it, but Chloe wasn't at all. She blinked and shook her head to try and get rid of the dizziness that overcame her. "You OK?" Jack asked her.
"Yeah, fine, but that thing messes with your head!"
"Tell me about it! How's your arm?"
"Fine."
He gave her a fatherly look. He knew that 'fine' could mean 'not fine at all'.
"It could be worse!"
"That it could," he laughed, "Come on, we might not have much time."
Jack signalled to one tunnel, Chloe whipped out her sonic and started scanning for readings of a Time Lord
The Doctor was still in the chamber, trying to figure out what to do. He still wasn't sure if it would work, and he needed a way to get his three friends stuck on the surface into the safety of the underground hive-like place, which seemed like a massive maze. He activated the scanner again. Reading of one living being. The Doctor frowned. Impossible. He scanned it for the last reading for four organisms. Reading of four living beings last recorded 15 minutes ago. He needed to make sure, you could never be sure enough in those situations. He made the scanner show where the last readings were, and the readings shocked him and stabbed him in the heart. "No, no, no, no, NO!" He shouted, enraged by the thought of death.
"What?" Herbreas asked as it came in, seeing the Doctor was in clear distress.
"This is your fault!" He shouted at it, "If you had teleported them as well, then we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place!"
"I don't know what you mean!"
"They're dead!"
Herbreas looked shocked, and the Doctor had to come to terms with the words he had just spoken.
"Chloe and Jack and River – they're dead."
"You said your friend was immortal-"
"Well I don't know if he is now!" He roared. He was sick of having lost people. Rose, twice. Martha and Donna. Amy and Rory. Now them. Life and loss always caught up on him.
Suddenly, he heard an all too familiar sound. The whirring that could only belong to one like his. He only knew one other person who possessed one like his. He looked around, trying to find the origin of the sound. Was she still alive? She couldn't be, could she? There was always hope. He had to remember that. There was always hope. "Chloe!" He called, looking round.
"Doctor, you are mad!" Herbreas said. It couldn't follow the Time Lord's train of thought. Well, not really, anyway.
The door to the chamber opened, the Doctor immediately saw Chloe. He almost ran to her and grabbed her into a hug. "Oh, I knew it! You can never get rid of me!"
Chloe laughed as he locked her into the embrace, "Be careful of the arm!"
"Why, what's wrong with your arm?" He asked, genuinely concerned as they pulled out of the hug. He looked at her arm and sighed. "Oh well, it should fix itself , it's not lethal. Plus, you have something to tell me, haven't you?"
"Yeah, but how do you know about that?"
"A Time Lord can recognise another Time Lord," the Doctor replied as he walked over to river and put an arm around her shoulder, "Has it been a while, River?"
"Yes, it has," River answered.
"Oh. Apologies." He kissed her on the cheek.
"It's not been long enough, though."
"Ah. Yes. Sorry. Again."
"Doctor," Herbreas called, looking up at the ceiling.
"Yes?"
The leader of the wasp-humans looked at him, "It has stopped. It is above us."
"What is?" Jack asked in curiosity.
Herbreas looked at the immortal man. "The beast."
