The Doctor uttered a muffled cry of pain, his body sinking closer to the ground now as he was hauled on Carmine's shoulders. Sophia remained asleep, only a dead weight.<br/><br/>Hector came to an abrupt stop. The entrance was right in front of them, their gate-way to freedom so tantalizingly close. But in the way, was just one guard. He was sitting in a chair by the doors, snoring as he slept. Drool leaked down onto the seal of Carthya on his jacket, his fingers twitching every now and then.<br/><br/>To the left there was the secretary's desk, the usual woman busy with her work and listening to music. She didn't even look up, just signing papers and putting them into a pile, signing papers again.<br/><br/>Hector turned to the Carmine and Leandra and whispered, "We have to go quietly. Neither of them will notice us if we don't draw attention to ourselves.<br/><br/>This was when the Doctor started to struggle, trying to create noise with his muffled cries, only now they were pitiful coughs and spittle.