The TARDIS materialised in the workshop in exactly the same place as before, and the Doctor and Amy stepped out.

Their mouths fell open at the sight before them.

"Doctor, what happened?"

The workshop was thrown into chaos- scorch marks marked the piles of scrap metal, the lights hung from the ceiling haphazardly- flickering madly in a way likely to cause headaches- and the previously shining white clean floor gritted beneath their feet with a strange and melancholy mixture of oil and mud. A sharp, acrid smell sliced its way through their senses, bringing them to full alert. There was an eerie silence, broken only by the grating sound of the sparking electricity in the wavering industrial lights.

The Doctor sniffed the air, and inspected one of the scorches on the panel of an old escape pod from some ancient, abandoned starliner.

"These are laser scorches. Someone fired a gun."

Amy touched his arm, "Doctor, look."

She pointed past the escape pod, and the Doctor stepped back slowly, an ominous feeling growing within him.

The view before them was of absolute destruction. Entis's workshop was in tatters, singed and his various unfinished projects tossed across the rooms, lying broken and incomplete on the ground. Smoke wafted through the workshop, lazy yet menacing. They became aware of the soft crackling of flames in the distance, and the sound of groaning metal.

"Doctor, what happened?"

He stepped cautiously into the first fringe of the wider area of destruction; then broke into a full-bolt run. Amy started with surprise, but with a split second's delay followed him, calling after him.

The Doctor ran through the wreckage, panting with panic and shock, "No, no, no, no! Fenn, not you too! FENN! Entis! Hannah!" His voice echoed eerily through the bomb site, and only silence answered him. He kept running blindly, his breathing becoming ragged.

Amy caught up with him and grasped his sleeve, "Doctor, slow down-"

"I can't, Amy! I have to help them! What if- what if it's not too late? I have to make sure they're okay- I can't- I can't save everybody!" He stopped and broke down, his voice cracking as he struggled with the destruction around him.

Amy hugged him close, trying to comfort him, "Hey, calm down, what's wrong, it's- it's okay, I'm sure they're fine..."

"It looks- it looks just like when they died. Just burning, everything burning. Fenn's dead, I- I can just feel it." He scrunched himself up, trying to make himself smaller, "I- I'm sorry, Amy..."

Amy looked at him, "Who's they?"


"He means the Time Lords."

The Doctor and Amy both looked up astonished; only to see a pale Hannah standing bare foot not five feet away from them wearing what looked like a white hospital gown. She smiled at them, "Hello Doctor, hello Amy."

The Doctor stood up and stared at her. She frowned, "You're supposed to say hello back, you know. Or isn't that something you say? Do you use some alien greeting now or something?"

He just looked at her, shell shocked, "How are you here?"

She smiled, "Barely."

Amy stood up, "What do you mean, barely? What happened here?"

Hannah glanced around her at the scrap heap that was formerly only a partial scrap heap, "The Time Agency got in. It's alright; it was only a matter of time. Entis and Fenn both knew they would come eventually."

The Doctor looked her with concern, "Are you okay?"

She smiled thinly, "Oh, I feel a bit sick, but I'll be fine. The reconstruction machine leaves you a bit weak."

"How did you survive?"

Her brow furrowed, "The fire fight, you mean? I have no idea. But the glass of the machine is pretty thick, and knowing Entis, it's probably laser-proof. I only just woke up though, so I'm not sure. Took me a while to get out of the jar." She glanced at something over his shoulder, and behind Amy, "Though I suppose that that might have something to do with it."

Amy and the Doctor spun around to see a flickering hologram projecting its broken image behind them. The Doctor pulled out his sonic and tuned the image, which solidified into an image of Fenn, looking harassed, saying something to them urgently. Laser shots flew through the background, flames flashing for an instant, and shrapnel flying everywhere. The message was short, on repeat, snapping back to its original stance every few seconds.

Amy asked, "Can you get sound? What is she saying?"

The Doctor shook his head, "The speakers are broken, and I can't repair them."

Hannah interjected, "Can't you just activate subtitles? The hologram player works enough to project; can't you just put subtitles up?"

The Doctor looked at her, amazed at the obvious, "Yes, I can, actually... it's quite easy." He flicked a switch on the hologram projector which was lying on the floor, and the words flashed across the air in front of them.

They just stared at them for a second, then at each other. Without a word the three of them headed full-pelt back to the TARDIS, Amy and the Doctor supporting Hannah between them.

The sound of the TARDIS door slamming and the box dematerialising drifted over as the words endlessly flashed across the air, Fenn continuously mouthing the words desperately.

The Time Agency is here. Entis is dead. I have to run.