He gasped for air, losing blood quickly and close to death. The Doctor wheezed out his last words, his eyes starting to close, "The code... Her number.... 114.. 2.... 6..."<br/><br/>His body fell limp in the chair, hand dangling like that of a doll. Outside of the room, the battle still raged, controlled hybrids versus the free hybrids, and the odds weren't looking too well. The Doctor made a smart decision, making an army out of the strong ones. The weaker stood no chance, their numbers dwindling by the second. With a huge crash, a hawk hybrid barged the door down, a woman in his talons. "Hey, wolf!" He held up the frightened thing, shaking her to get his attention, "I think this lady can help us."