The Doctor was coughing. He really wasn't feeling at all very well. He was sweating and knew he would have to go and rescue her, even if he wanted to rest. Seemed he was always saving the day even if he needed to be in bed. He could feel his head pounding again as he attempted to think.
Where would the aliens have taken here. He groaned and doubled over from pain in his stomach. He was sweating. Gritting his teeth in pain the Doctor dashes off and looked around.
"Caitlyn!!" He dashed over once he found her, he had his screwdriver ready.