"What if we never make it out of here?" Tegan whispered, her forehead creased in a frown. The Doctor placed a hand on her shoulder and replied, his voice low but gentle.

"Brave heart, Tegan. I'll get us out of here shortly." Tegan smiled despite the ball of worry knotting her stomach.

"I know you will, you always do. I'm just being silly, I suppose." The Doctor tapped her lightly on the nose and let his other hand slip from her shoulder to her trembling hand, clasping them tightly together.

"We'll be alright, Tegan. I'll look after you," he promised.