Every second counts, when River and Simon -

Some people - don't do well with locked-in spaces.

Crowley stalks into the living-room, jaw taut with anger that's doing a fair job of tamping down the panic. He pauses at the main screen and switches it on, setting a timer to flip through newsfeeds, before reaching for a slim black folder and thumbing through it for more contact details.

There's a moment of silence, each of them regrouping for the next inevitable frustration.



"Mal'd better not have lost them."