Moments after the Daleks on the screen disappeared, the air in front of the prisoners shimmered with a strange light. Martha's mouth fell open slightly. In front of her, the girl—Amy—gasped at what she was seeing. Mickey's grip on her hand tightened. The man—Mickey had called him the Doctor, although that made no sense—didn't react. In fact, he reacted as if he was expecting this.
The atoms of two Daleks gathered together, and Dalek Sec and Dalek Caan appeared side by side.
"Intruders," Dalek Sec murmured.
"Yep, that's us," the man said cheerfully, giving a wave. "Hello!" Martha couldn't see his face but she was sure that he was giving the biggest grin physically possible.
She was in awe. She hasn't seen some one this brave—or, reckless, if that was a better word for it—in her life, with the exception of the Doctor of course. What if this was the Doctor—no, he looked completely different. This man could never be the Doctor. Never ever.
Dalek Sec glided around the man and Amy to look at the spouses.
"You broke into our ship while it was still in flight," Dalek Sec trilled. "Explain!"
Martha's heart rate increased more, if that were possible. Having Daleks in the room was one thing, but when they were all focused on you, it gets especially dangerous. When neither Mickey, nor Martha responded, Dalek Sec jerked closer.
"Explain!" it shouted a bit louder.
Martha and Mickey stood their ground, their jaws remaining firmly closed. Dalek Caan moved forward.
"They should be exterminated!" it said.
"No," replied Dalek Sec. "They breached our ship. They must be interrogated." Dalek Sec turned to Dalek Caan. "We will go back to earth and finish constructing the Void Ship. The other Daleks shall interrogate them." Its eyestalk spun around until it was looking straight at Martha. "For now, separate them."

The Doctor's arms remained around Rose for quite some time, but Rose didn't mind. She rested her forehead on his chest, his chin resting on top of her head. She took comfort in the sound of his twin hearts, pounding rhythmically in his chest as she tried to find some light in their situation.
It was all dark.
The sound of the hopeless people trapped in the cells was heart wrenching to listen to. Their cries echoed throughout the warehouse. Rose doubted that they knew what was going on, or what this 'upgrading' implied. Rose closed her eyes, holding back tears burying her head further in his chest. She was almost in despair when he released her; she felt vulnerable without his support. The Doctor walked to the bars. He gripped them, resting his head in the gap between them.
Rose watched the back of his head, wondering what could possibly be happening in his mind. He could be formulating a plan, although she couldn't see what he possibly could think of, giving what they had (which was nothing). However, the words 'The Doctor' and 'give up' couldn't possibly be in the same sentence without 'will never' being between them. Rose has never known him to give up. She doubted he ever will. But all the same; what could they possibly do?
She trudged forwards and stood next to him, gripping the bars and resting her head between them as the Doctor did. She exhaled loudly, and ran her hand up and down the bar, the small ring on her finger making a near-silent 'tap-tap' noise on the metal. Next to her, the Doctor let out a small sigh, his eyes fixed on the ground. His eye lids drooped sadly, a strange expression on his face. Rose's lips parted slightly as she recognized the look; hopelessness.
"Doctor," she whispered. "What are we going to do?" She glanced sideways at him, chewing on her lip as he sighed again, and shook his head, his forehead rubbing on the metal.
"I don't know," he replied softly, a hint of despair in his voice.
Rose felt her heart skip a beat at the sound of his words. The Doctor was giving up. That wasn't possible. It could never be possible. Rose closed her eyes, gripping the bars tightly as she realized she had given up, too.
That is, until something poked her in the forehead. Rose opened her eyes, reaching her hand around the bars to rub a patch of skin above her left eye. She gripped the bars again as she turned her head to glance around the cell to see what had poked her. Her eyes found nothing. The Doctor's position hadn't changed as she scanned the area in front of the cell. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed it.
Bending down (and attracting the Doctor's attention in the process), Rose reached through the bars for the small object. Her fingers closed around the delicate object, and her arm retreated back through the bars as her fingers did their best not to crush their content.
Rose stood up straight, holding her hand out in front of her. The Doctor stared at it, his lips slightly parted as what probably were puzzled thoughts whizzed through his head. After a few seconds, her fingers uncurled to reveal-
"Is that a paper airplane?" The Doctor questioned quietly. Rose didn't answer as she quickly undid the folds of the paper. She smoothed out the wrinkled bits of it. Her mouth fell open slightly, her eyebrows narrowed in confusion as she read the words written on it in big letters.

KRONOS

"Kronos?" murmured a bewildered Rose. "What does that mean?"
"Your guess is as good as mine," the Doctor replied. "He was a Greek Titan-" he chuckled, causing Rose to glance at him.
"What?" she asked. The Doctor's face split into a small grin for the first time in a long time
"To some effect," the Doctor said. "He's the lord of time."
A laugh escaped Rose's lips as she understood the joke. The Doctor's smile disappeared, and was replaced with a pondering look as he tilted his head to look at it from another angle. "Where did that come from?"
Rose glanced up, and looked around, scanning the area. She suddenly became aware of the helpless cries of the other prisoners once more. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed the one person who didn't look like she was in despair.
A young woman, who looked like she was in her twenties, looked back at her, a small smile playing on her lips. Rose glanced at the Doctor, noting he hadn't noticed the woman. She nodded at Rose, then glanced down as she fiddled with something on her wrist. Rose gasped as there was a flash of blinding blue light. It quickly faded away. When it did, the woman was gone.
At the glare of the light, the Doctor's head shot up. His eyes whizzed back and forth as he tried to locate the source of it.
"What was that?" he asked in surprise. Rose opened her mouth to answer, but no words came out. She was speechless.
Before she could do anything, the Doctor slipped the paper out of Rose's hand, looking at the word at every angle. He held it up to the light of the lamp swinging above him. His eyes narrowed. Wordlessly, he turned the paper over, and Rose saw two words written on the back in smaller writing.

Love, SEC

A group of Cybermen led Jack down a long hallway. The entire time, there was a large grin on his face. Jack was having the time of his life. Danger, no weapon, no plan; how could this not be fun?
The Cybermen stopped, and the one in front opened a set of double doors. They began marching forward, Jack following in suit He bounced his arms up in an exaggerated fashion, stomping his feet hard on the floor. A Cybermen turned his head.
"Desist at once!" it commanded. Jack rolled his eyes.
"You guys sure are party killers."
The Cyberman didn't respond as it lead him forward towards a Cyberman that stood with its back turned. Jack guessed this was the Cybercontroller It spun on its metal heels and faced Jack.
"Who is this human?" it demanded.
"Jack," he introduced himself. "Captain Jack Harkness at your service." He gave a bow, and a flirty grin.
"He was dead," said the first Cyberman. "However, he is not dead now, and the reason for that is unknown."
The Cybercontroller stared in his direction. Well, Jack guessed it was in his direction; it was hard to tell when it had no eyes.
"How are you alive?" It asked. Jack smiled.
"Well, you know where it starts," Jack joked. "With the birds and the bees."
"Humor will not be tolerated!" the Cybercontroller warned. "How did you survive?"
"I didn't," Jack said. He smiled. "And you really should have made sure I had no weapon before I came in here." He stuffed his hand in his pocket.
"But you dropped you weapon," the Cyberman reasoned. "You are unarmed."
"That maybe true," Jack said, slipping his fingers into his device. "But I am handed."
Without warning, Jack leapt forward and pressed his hand pulsar against the Cybercontroller's chest. The Cybercontroller's form went rigid, and electricity popped at its joints. The Cybercontroller collapsed.
Almost instantly, Jack felt the bullet enter his back, and he fell to the ground.

Donna was really getting tired of being tossed into cells. As she was thrown into the cell, this time, without Rory and/or River, she slammed the back of her head on the concrete.
"Ow!" she cried out, sitting up, rubbing the back of her head with her palm. The Silurian guard that had thrown her in there ignored her as he turned his back and stood guard. She noted that he had stepped forward, just out of arm's length of Donna.
She slowly pulled herself to her feet, the pain in her head fading quickly as she glanced around the cell, taking note of everything she saw.
There wasn't much. Donna's hand flew to her mouth as she noticed a couple of rat bones lying in the corner.
"Don't you ever clean this place?" she snapped at the guard. He ignored her and kept his back turned. Donna groaned, and slid down the wall behind her (as far away from the rat carcass as possible). She rested her head against the brick as her heart hammered in her chest. Her breathing was heavy, as she glanced nervously around the cell. There was a sudden moment where she noticed what was giving her the light to see in the cell, which had no electricity. And Donna realized that this was probably the only cell with a lit torch hanging on the wall.
They probably shouldn't have picked this cell to throw her in.
She smiled.

Just like Donna, Rory was getting sick of getting locked up, but it wasn't like he had any say in it. They threw him onto the floor (he didn't get any head injuries, though), and locked the cell door behind him. One Silurian stayed behind to guard him, leaving Rory stumbling to his feet, glancing around the cell. His heart pounded wildly as he surveyed his options, which were limited. Giving up, he kicked the wall before sliding down it.
He hoped to g-d the others were ok.

When River regained consciousness, she was slung over someone's shoulder. She didn't open her eyes; she doubted that person was friendly.
Her hair hung down, bouncing with every step of whoever was carrying her took. After a moment, River decided it was safe, and opened her eyes a crack. All she saw was the fabric of the clothes the Silurian wore.
The Silurian took a sharp step, and River's nose bashed into his back. She held back a moan and shook off the surprise that came with it. She looked up (which in gravity's case was really down) and saw the weapon in the Silurian's belt.
She listened closely and heard two sets of footsteps, alerting her of the other presence. However, it sounded farther in front of her, which meant that Silurian most likely wasn't looking at her.
River's arms hung down, her fingers mere inches from his blaster. A small smile playing on her lips, River swung her arm ever so slightly, and gripped the handle of the gun. Carefully, she slipped it out of its holster, and pushed it up her loose sleeve. Her fingers closed over the opening of her sleeve, leaving the gun securely against her arm.
She closed her eyes as she realized the Silurian's footsteps were slowing down. She heard the creaking of the cell door being opened, and the Silurian beginning to set her down to the ground. River did her best to seem limp, while holding her arm close to her body to hide the bulge of the blaster, which luckily, wasn't that big.
The hands released her, and she heard the creaking of the cell door being closed. After a few moments, she opened her eyes, finding herself facing the back of the cell.
She knew the Silurian was on the other side of bars, standing guard. A smile formed on River's lips.
She had a gun. River with a gun.
This oughta be fun.

Ok, clearly Clara wasn't a believer. As the Doctor pocketed the small bottle of pills, Clara kept bombarding him with hushed questions (the guards were still outside. How could they not have noticed them yet?). The Doctor shushed her repeatedly, though she still pressed on.
"Who are you?" she demanded. "What do you mean you're not human?"
"I'm an alien," the Doctor said. "I'm from another planet."
"Ok," she murmured. "You are a madman." The Doctor started digging through his pockets, searching for his Sonic. He groaned when he realized that Calcon must have taken it.
"I'm a madman with a box," he corrected, putting his ear to the wall.
"A box?" Clara asked. "What box?"
"A blue box."
"A blue box?"
"A blue box."
"Alright," she said uncertainly. "A blue box."
"A blue box!"
He listened closely to the wall before moving on to stand next to the door. He put a finger to his lips, and Clara shut up (finally).
He peeked through the small window on the door and gasped.
"What?" Clara asked quietly.
"Our little friend," the Doctor said at a normal volume. "I think I found how she got into here." He twisted the handle to find it unlocked, and the door swung open.
A Silurian guard lay on the floor, clearly unconscious.