The first thing Sarah Jane registered when she came to was that it was very cold. The second was the pounding in her head. Perhaps it said something that the headache was less puzzling than the cold. While traveling with the Doctor, she had been struck over the head numerous times. That was nothing new. But, it had only been a bit cool at home. Where ever she was now it was freezing. The bench she was laying on wasn't helping either. It might as well have been a block of ice.

Finally, she decided she could deduce nothing else from behind her lids, so she decided to open her eyes. The light was dim, for which she was thankful. The room was small and square, the walls a smooth, tan stone. It seemed almost as if she were in some sort of box, because there were no doors or windows—the walls were featureless but for the bench where she was situated and a small shelf, both of which were the same stone and stuck out seamlessly from the wall.

Slowly, she sat up and groaned as it felt like someone was taking a sledge hammer to her head. Just then, a cubby in the wall behind the shelf opened up to reveal a glass of water and a small saucer with a piece of bread and butter and a pill. A short note lay next to the offering reading, "For the pain." At least her captors were considerate.

She sincerely hoped that they weren't trying to poison her, because her head hurt enough that she was going to take the pill. She noted the fact that the water was flavored and somewhat carbonated. Almost as soon as she swallowed, her head began to clear up. Vaguely she wondered if the headache wasn't from the blow, but from some sort of drug. She wondered how long she had been out.

Fearing setting off the headache again, she got up slowly and carefully, but nothing happened. She circled around the cell, looking for cameras or cracks to indicate where the door was—or anything really. There was nothing. Finally, she yelled,

"Hello? Is anyone there? Let me go! Or at least tell me why I was kidnapped! UNIT will be looking for me, you know…." She trailed off since it didn't seem like anyone was listening. Even if it was, threats didn't work all that well when you were in what appeared to be an impenetrable prison.

Just then, there was a buzzing sound, and the whole front wall of her prison turned into a translucent glass-like material to reveal four humanoid figures. The wall didn't allow her to pick out details, only vague silhouettes. One of them was taller than the other three. The tallest stepped forward towards the wall and spoke. Her voice—for she sounded female—came over a speaker somewhere hidden in the cell.

"You are here because your name is Sarah Jane Smith," stated the voice.

Sarah couldn't help but roll her eyes a little. Typical of aliens, to be all cryptic at the worst times. "What does my name have to do with anything? Why have you brought me here?"

"Sarah Jane Smith is known to be a Child of Time, one who has traveled with the Time Lord known as Doctor. We have brought Sarah Jane Smith here because she will help us find him."

Great, now they were talking about her in third person. "Who says I'm going to help you find him? Even if I wanted to—which I don't—I couldn't tell you. Apparently whatever source happened to tell you where to find me didn't inform you that he left me behind."

"You do not need to know where he is to help us find him. Your bio-data is now tangled with his and his TARDIS. We shall follow it."

Sarah raised an eyebrow. That sounded like a whole lot of gobbledy-gook to her, but she doubted that they would try to explain it. "Why do you want to find the Doctor for anyway? He tends to be very difficult to catch. I think it would be easier for you to just pack up and go home rather than try it." Sarah said confidently. It was worth a shot.

"He owes us a debt," the woman said before turning around and walking away from the cell. As her entourage turned to follow, the wall of glass returned to its former state.

Sarah sighed and slumped onto the ledge.

"Well that was an informative conversation," she muttered to herself. She leaned back and shut her eyes. Maybe if she just slept a little, the problem would go away. After all, she was so…sleepy….