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When Drean opened the door, he discovered the same room that he had been in earlier, but now completely devoid of cybermen. For just a moment, he forgot about his mission. He walked inside, looking around at all of the equipment with a morbid fascination. So, they were giving me the nanites here... He looked over the different equipment until he found the main data bank. He hesitated for a moment, then linked himself to it.

Information on plans involving "The Doctor."

Access denied.

Drean's eyes narrowed and he turned his mind to breaking the firewall.

Tell me what plans there are for the Doctor! Drean shouted at the console, slamming his fist down into the keyboard and breaking it in half. How am I supposed to save Katrina? He turned his anger on the other equipment in the room, bashing the conversion equipment to pieces with his cyber-arm.

His fit nearly over, Drean began taking deep breaths to calm down. As he did, he noticed a metallic tang in the air. No... Could it really be that simple? He held out his still-human hand, and could feel a tiny tingling sensation in the very tips of his fingers. They must have taken her here, then teleported! He opened a small panel in his arm and set his own body to follow the energy trail. As he waited for his own teleporter to warm up, he decided to test the what the TARDIS had told him. No sense walking into a trap unarmed... Nanites: Construct reinforced armor.

He didn't have to ask twice. The metal plates on his arm and leg thickened and grew, becoming stronger and less likely to break. The metal advanced, covering his organic parts, as well, in a knight-like suit of armor, polished to a mirror-like shine.

Wow... That's extremely cool. Drean whispered as he examined the armor's smooth, natural design. The entire suit felt as if it had been made for him, which it had been, of course. He took a deep breath to brace himself for what could be on the other side, then clapped his hand to his chest in typical cyberman fashion. There was a flash of light, and he was gone, off to wherever the cybermen had brought Katrina.

When Drean reappeared, he crouched down in a battle-ready stance, ready for anything. To his surprise, he was sitting in a box. It was made from, as near as he could tell, large black blocks, all of which had sealed themselves together. It took only seconds for the heads-up display to identify the material.

Zero-point Dwarf Star Alloy.

What? Then how did I- The sudden disappearance of light in the room answered his question as the door swung shut, sealing him inside of the prison. No! NO! He cried out hopelessly as he pounded on the wall where the door used to be. Let me out of here! Let me out! He didn't even have the satisfaction of knowing who had imprisoned him. This... How am I supposed to get out of this? I'm not... He slumped to the ground, settling to his fate with machine-like patience.

Main component: carbon. Status: Manipulable. His readout's words seemed to be the only light in the box.

Manipulable? Drean tried to discern the meaning of the strange message. It's true that Dwarf Star Alloy is mostly carbon... And nanites can manipulate matter on a subatomic level... Does that mean that I can break out of here?

Possibilities and ETA: Move carbon aside to create a door large enough to exit through: 6 weeks.

Absorb and store carbon for later use: three hours.

Well, I don't know if absorbing that much matter can be good for me, but it's the fastest way out of here! Drean pressed his hand against the wall, signaling for the second option to begin its work.

If it weren't for the small timer that he was keeping visible in the corner of his vision, Drean would have had no idea how long that he had been standing in the prison with his hands against the wall, feeling his body grow heavier and heavier with each ton of carbon that he absorbed. The only upside to this is the fact that I've had time to study the nanites while they've worked... While some focus on moving the carbon into by body, others process it and use it to increase the density of every part of my body, mechanical and biological.

After two hours and thirty minutes, light began to fill the prison as he broke though to the outside. after three hours, he had created a hole barely big enough for him to squeeze his body through. He hit the floor with a louder bang than usual, creating a dent in the shape of his body. He stood up, trying to get used to the feeling of a body so dense, it weighed several hundred tons. He began to run, creating a dent in the floor with each step, until he reached a wall. Testing a theory, he refused to turn, running headfirst through the wall like a hot knife through butter.

Oh, I could get used to this... I'm the Juggernaut! He walked back through the wall and followed the tunnel leading away from his prison. The cybermen must have taken her this way! I just hope that I'm not too late...

Drean stopped just short of bumping into the Doctor. Force is mass times velocity, and I have a lot of mass, now. I'll have to be careful... Doctor! Do you know where they took Katrina? He tried to ignore the fact that the floor seemed to be buckling under his feet, a rather unsettling fact considering that if he fell through, he had no idea how many floors the hotel had for him to fall through before he struck the ground. if there's a ground... This could be some kind of space hotel...

Not unless you count being as massive as a small astertoid as a success... Drean muttered. I got trappped in dwarf star alloy, but the nanites abosrbed it, somehow...