The Doctor never slept. She was tired, five days was quite a long party, though not technically the longest night, and she was curious that the prince had finally decided the event had gone on long enough to show her the Pandorica. Nearly there, she shivered. Jane looked back over her shoulder and frowned thoughtfully. Her programable clothing shifted to reflect the change in need and looked a bit more Star Wars than evening gown.
"Something wrong, Doctor?" Prince Balem asked.
"The Pandorica," Jane said, not quite able to place the source of her unease. "I have a terribly bad feeling about this."
"I assure you it's secure," the prince said, patting her hand.
"I hope you are right."
The Pandorica looked like a giant stone square block, covered in strange markings. The Doctor examined it carefully, not touching it at first. "It's old," she said. "It's very old."
"Tell me your first impressions," the prince asked.
Nebula walked alone through the palace, with murder in her step. She was a similar height and build to the other Doctor, but instead of coming across as awkward and gangly, the blue and purple skinned assassin read and spindly and dangerous.
"I'd have to gather some of my equipment," The Doctor deflected. "Perhaps my companions after they've recovered, I'm sure they'll want to see this."
"I'm sure they will," the Prince said with a smile. And that was when the Doctor saw it was a trap. The Prince had been far too accommodating the entire time, far too patient for a man of his wealth and stature. Either he was behind this or being forced into it.
"Are you being threatened?" the Doctor asked lowly. "Tell me now and I still may be able to help."
"Didn't you hear the message?" Balem frowned, approaching the Doctor and herding her where he wanted. "Time has already run out. I can promise your friends will be kept safe and alive, I wish I could say the same for you."
Jane backed up against the Pandorica, her hand activated the prison cell and she lost her balance, falling into it. The inside of the Pandorica contained a chair and the moment her weight landed, shackles locked on her ankles and wrists.
Nebula entered the room and inspected Jane with a frown.
"It's not her." Nebula knew what the Doctor was supposed to look like.
"She opened the Pandorica. You said only the Doctor would be able to do that."
Nebula smirked, an idea dawned on her, "So I did."
"Balem, please! Let me help you!--" Jane protested.
"Thanos won't know the difference," Nebula decided. "And her friends?"
"They are to remain here, I swear," Balem said.
"They must be delicious," Nebula remarked.
"Thanos?" Jane stared at the alien with the metal arm. "You're a daughter of Thanos. Please, wait, I know what he's done to y--"
The doors of the Pandorica closed with Jane inside, trapped in the perfect prison without her screwdriver. Not that she would have been able to reach it anyway.
"Your family will be delivered to you upon successful delivery of the Doctor to my father," Nebula stated.
"That wasn't part of the deal," Balem protested.
"Poor little prince," Nebula said. When she spoke above a whisper the electronic distortion in her voice was obvious. It was hard to say how much flesh was actually left.
The prince's face turned scarlet. He left with his guards, leaving Nebula alone with the Pandorica, which began to hover from the ground. Nebula began to walk toward her ship with the portable prison cell following her. In an open corridor, still covered in long shadows, overlooking the garden, Nebula paused.
"You might as well come out and let me kill you now," she said, sounding bored.