The Doctor struggled as the guards began to drag him out of the room, "No! Stop! What is this? Where are you taking me?"

Delven laughed, "Your cell, Doctor. Welcome to our Stormcage facility. I hope you find it welcoming."

They pulled him down a white, clean corridor and into another; this one was made of concrete and had the look of a factory about it. All along one wall of the corridor were cells- each one was occupied with criminals from various times and species. The occupants stared- it was obvious that they recognised him. Finally, the procession reached an empty cell and pushed him in. The Doctor threw himself against the bars, scowling at Delven, "You won't get away with this, d'you hear me? I'll get out, somehow I will, and when I do there'll be hell to pay for you, Delven!"

The commander laughed back, straight in the Doctor's face, "Haha, just you try, Doctor. We built this cell specifically to hold you. Guards, back to your stations," he whispered to the Doctor as a passing shot, "and if you try to get out, your friend Fenn will only suffer longer."

The Doctor sat back against the wall as Delven walked off, feeling completely helpless. He tried the door with his sonic, but as promised, it didn't work. There were no guards standing outside his door, however- apparently they didn't think him much of a threat. He sighed in defeat and sat on the floor, wondering where he had gone wrong.

Suddenly, a piercing whisper came from the cell next to him, "Psst! Doctor!"

***

Fenn woke slowly, finding herself in a dark, concrete room with no door or windows. There was no way to tell how long she'd been out- but she guessed it hadn't been long, as her limbs were fairly steady and her head still throbbed from hitting the floor. She reached for her gun, but found it missing, along with the vortex manipulator she had been hiding in her pocket. She sat back, trying to ease her aching head, when there was a bright flash and Delven appeared with two other Agents. He smirked, "Enjoying your headache, Fenn?"

She ignored him, instead looking at one of the young agents behind him, "Ah, Ross, nice to see you again. How's the wife?"

Ross was about to answer when Delven cut over him, "You know what happens now, Fenn."

It was a statement, not a question, so Fenn remained silent. Delven looked at her, "Ah, stubborn as ever. Don't worry, we'll soon break you."

The other guard, whose name tag read Harry, grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet. Delven nodded at a camera positioned in the corner of the room, and they were teleported out.

They arrived in a white room, filled with equipment except for one wall, which was covered with a curtain. A chair stood alone in front of the wall, its clamps and tethers empty- though not for long. The two guards went to work, strapping Fenn in, keeping her still. Delven reached for a pair of what looked like sunglasses, passing a pair to the other to agents. They walked out of the room and into an adjacent one, bridged by a one-way mirror rather like those in human interview rooms. They secured the door behind them and Delven's voice boomed out through the speakers scattered throughout the room.

"Fenn Nimear, welcome to hell."

And the curtain slid back.