The Doctor, Clara and Jack have landed on the 456 planet. The Doctor and Clara have been captured, but Jack escaped...
We are now getting to the nitty gritty of the Doctor and his face in this regeneration...I'm not sure what Steven Moffat will come up with...but this is my idea!
Scene 15
From the moment they drew near to the city, Jack had been alert and wary.
Some sixth sense told him to be on his guard.
Walking at some distance from Clara and The Doctor, he looked about him constantly.
Seconds before the voice spoke, he dived away to the side, out of sight.
He lay inert, head down, not daring to breathe and watched helplessly as his friends were led away.
There was nothing he could do to prevent their being taken.
He would be far more help to them, he decided, if he were not captured alongside them.
Being careful not to be seen, he crept along a low wall, keeping to where the mist swirled at its thickest, until he was far enough away to stand up and run.
It was not easy to move quickly wearing the suit, but he did his best.
Making his way back towards the Tardis.
It was the safest place he could think of to be, while he considered his next move.
The difficult terrain made it hard to move fast but he could soon see the Blue Box in the distance.
Standing stark and lonely, just where it had landed.
He quickened his pace and, reaching the wooden door, used the key, the Doctor had given him before leaving UNIT, to enter.
Relief flooded him.
Once inside, he knew nothing could penetrate those doors.
"Well, Old Girl...looks like it's you and me now!" He said.
"Although God knows what we're going to do."
Some twenty minutes after returning, there were sounds outside.
Jack looked at the monitor. Surrounded by creatures, three headed, large, menacing.
Knowing nothing could get inside, did not stop him from feeling apprehensive.
Then he felt a lurch, and movement.
The Tardis was being loaded onto a transport and taken towards the city.
Jack smiled to himself. This was perfect.
He would be inside the city, without being detected. At no effort to himself. He would also have the considerable might of the Time Machine at his finger tips.
He began to make a recce.
There were bound to be several useful pieces of equipment here he could make very good use of.
Opening the boxes Kate Lethbridge-Stewart had given him, he took out all manner of 'goodies'.
State of the art breathing apparatus, small, light, with a power pack...why the bloody hell had they been poncing about in these damn suits, when they had these? He gave himself an eye roll.
Then delved deeper.
A small arsenal...
Numerous explosive charges, small, immensely powerful and easy to fix on or under surfaces, with a hand held palm pad, complete with programmable timer for delayed detonation. Sets of detonators, gas grenades, guns...he began to stow the things in a back pack.
It was like being back at Torchwood all over again.
A brief memory of Ianto Jones and Gwen flickered across his mind, and all they'd been through in 2009.
Yes, these bastards might just get what was coming to them. He would see to it.
At last, he had some clear idea of exactly what he was going to do.
Scene 16
The Doctor waited impatiently, pacing.
He'd tried calling out a couple more times, but still only silence answered him.
Eventually he gave up and sat on the floor.
Clara curled beside him, under his arm.
"What are we going to do?"
"There's nothing we can do, except wait. I hate waiting!"
"Where did Jack go?" She whispered.
"Shh. Don't!"
He glanced up and around him. Then back at her...
Clara heard his voice in her head...
"Walls have ears!"
She nodded.
He smiled at her, eyes shining.
She reached up to kiss him when...
A sound from the left stopped them both in their tracks.
The Doctor stood up hurriedly. Walked towards it.
"Why are we being held here? I asked to speak to your leaders, your elders or whoever is in charge of your race."
"I am here." The voice was lower than previously, resonant, more menacing.
"So, finally you have found us Doctor. It has taken you a long time."
"A long time?"
"Many hundreds of Earth years ago, we sent our first clone, with your face, to do our work. Many more have been sent since. Some successful, some not."
"Successful?"
"Yes, successful in securing the children we need to satisfy our craving."
"That's why I'm here, to ask you to stop."
"No, Doctor. That is not why you are here. You are here because you were manipulated to be here."
"I don't understand."
"No. And I'm surprised you haven't worked it out. When you first regenerated, we felt sure you'd make the connection, you've clearly forgotten the Roman you once saved from a volcanic eruption, in one of your previous incarnations!"
The Doctor frowned, rubbing his head, trying to recall.
"Your regeneration has chosen this face as a direct response to our carefully placed clones.
That is why you have the face you have now."
"The faces are random."
"Now, Doctor, both you and I know that is not true."
"We have been unsuccessful, in securing fresh children, for some time now. Our clients are becoming restless. But now that you are here, all that will change."
"What do you mean?"
"You will help us Doctor. That is why you are here. You are now in a position of great authority on Earth. You are President. You are omnipotent. Governments, world leaders, they will all listen to you. You have the power to secure us the children we need."
The Doctor scoffed.
"I think you over estimate my power! Besides, if you seriously think I would ask the people of Earth to hand over so much as one single child, then you are very much mistaken."
"Oh, but you will Doctor. You will help us."
"What makes you so certain?" The Doctor crossed the room again, speaking to the empty wall, where he thought the voice appeared to emanate from.
"Because we have the ultimate bargaining tool. The surest incentive."
"What's that?"
"We have the human, to whom you have given your love."
With that, a beam of light came down into the room through the ceiling. Clara had just time to gasp, "Doctor."
Then she was gone.