Doc lay there, it never matters where he is so long as he is alive. Life is precious, short and really not worth worrying about. There were no engines to be heard, good, that meant they survived the last 48 hours, this was a mixed blessing. That meant that the jar head and the subordinate may have survived, and there is never enough time for them. 

He reached around for his Webley (im changing the pistole to a Webley (its a ww2 revolver)) but in vain. he looked up from his bed to see a old man "Evening" unfortunately h heard the sounds of Tam to which he sighed heaverly and the green horn. They would both get on his nevernes hugly... well until they prooved themselves.