“Not people,” Jack said, stepping carefully into the room. “Definitely humanoid. I think we need to call for the Doctor.”“No, you don’t,” the Doctor said, standing behind Bucky. “Look what you found,” he added, sounding oddly pleased.
He pointed the screwdriver at the liquid-filled capsules. The beings inside looked asleep. There were tubes going in and out of bodies, disappearing into the walls of the ship.
“Remind me of coffins,” Donna remarked. “The other one, the dead one, said they were a science vessel. Were they doing experimenting on these people? Aliens?”
“Probably,” the Doctor said. “They’re alive, but I don’t think it’s safe for us to try and open one of those.”
“So what do we do with them?” Bucky asked.
“Well, now, that depends,” the Doctor replied.
“On what?” Bucky asked.
“On what the rest of this vessel's staff has to say for itself.” He cocked an eyebrow at Donna. “You honestly think a ship this size only has one crew member?”
Donna narrowed her eyes at him. “True or false: this entire ship could fit inside one of the TARDIS's cargo holds.”
“Well, technically true, I suppose,” the Doctor admitted. “Still, I'm not the only crew member, am I? Got you, yeah? And now a cyborg, as well.”
“Do not call me a cyborg unless you want me rerouting your ventilation system,” Bucky replied, but there was no heat to it; he was busy scanning the upper levels of the room. “I'm going up,” he said. “I can't see a damn thing from down here, and it's making my inner sniper twitchy as hell.”
“Shout if you need anything,” Jack said. “Tosh, are you getting any more life signs on this thing?” He paused. “Yeah, tell Gwen to come on in. Tell her to take a right at the T-junction; she'll know it when she sees ...