"Hey, now, that's not necessary, I'm not planning on running away," the Doctor said. Which was, of course, an utter lie. He planned on running just as fast as he could...the moment that he knew what the hell was going on here. Curiosity, it seemed, would forever be his downfall.

Several, but most of them are warning bells. Did I ever talk about a Beatrice? Ever?

This was actually nice, he thought. Being able to have a private conversation with Jack with guards all around them. Speaking of, the guards ignored the Doctor's protests and hoisted him to his feet.

The door slid open, revealing a long, metal corridor that apparently repelled the warmth from the outside utterly. It was almost cold in there.