They had also considered their options and dismissed each of the plans suggested. Now they sat in a row on the pallet. Amy glowered at a scratch that ran the length of her left forearm. The Doctor turned the sonic screwdriver on and off, on and off. Rory twiddled Hilthe's map between his fingers. The candle burned slowly down. On and off clicked the sonic screwdriver, on and off. Amy glared at the Doctor. He pulled a face, switched the sonic off one more time, tucked it in his pocket, and wiped his sleeve across his forehead. The heat in the tiny room was stifling. Beyond the locked door, there was a distant 155 DOCTOR WHO howl. All three looked anxiously as the candle's flame flickered wildly and almost went out. Amy shuddered. 'That'll be the Regulator,' the Doctor said. The candle steadied itself. Silence fell again, taut and restless. Rory cleared his throat. 'You know, there's still a chance that Hilthe will come and get us,' he said diffidently. 'I'm sure she will.' Enraged, Amy leaned past the Doctor to shout at him.
