Silent tears coursed down Robin's face as she was dragged away, the sound of the Doctor's voice calling weakly after her almost too much to bear. Closing her eyes, she sent a message to the psychic paper, hoping he'd see it sooner rather than later. Opening them again, she looked at the Silent to her right weakly, tears still streaming freely.<br/><br/>"Ah, Jason," she said. The Silent looked at her. "I see you're still kicking."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Allen watched his sister recede into the distance, a helpless look on his freckled face. This was all too much for him, and he sank, overwhelmed, to the ground. He cried also, knowing there was nothing he could possibly do to help Robin though she'd been helping him her entire life. Then his gaze turned to the Doctor and he felt a mix of emotions, all of which were threatening to overtake him.<br/><br/>First he felt anger. This "Doctor" was supposed to be a genius, so how did he not see this sort of trap coming? He'd already let Robin die; it was only by some insane miracle that she had come back that time. And now... he was letting her get carted off again?<br/><br/>But then... He felt hope. He knew that if anyone could help it would be the Doctor. And so he stood, brushing off his khaki pants. He then strode to the TARDIS and flung open the doors, but then stopped and blocked the way, looking first at Strax and then at the Doctor.<br/><br/>"I'm going to do my best to help," he said, his voice soft. "I'm going to do whatever you need me to do, without question. I don't care why or how, I'll do it. But you better believe me, Doctor, if she gets hurt... You'll have me to answer to. I know that may not be intimidating because I'm only a human, but all the same. Now you let Strax heal you as best he can before we go doing anything dangerous."