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Remy, last he remembered, had been snuggled up in a warm make-shift bed with the Doctor. It had been a nice feeling, sleeping next to someone again, the last week he'd been without a warm body next to his own, and though the Time Lord was anything but a 'warm' body, being as cold as he was.. and as Gambit woke, he was realizing that the body curled up and pressed into his own certainly wasn't cold, it was warm, human-warmth. Then he was realizing the feel of warmth against his normally covered palms. That was when red eyes opened and instantly snapped onto the face across from his own. Not the Doctor, but rather the girl he was in love with: Rose Tyler. When he tried to jerk his hands away, he found that he was stuck there, that his hands were bound to hers, from the heel of his palm to the tips of her fingers, all the way up, stuck in that case of sorts.

He jerked up some, pulling Rose a little and likely waking her up in the process. Cage. They were in a cage-- The cage in the church, the one he'd dismantled earlier the previous day. And in the church, not twenty feet away, was that shut door of the chaplin's office. The door Remy knew to be locked. And behind that locked door was the bed he'd made, the three-couch monstrosity that had settled him in quite well, the make-shift bed. The one that the Doctor had been left behind in. But as those red eyes searched the bed, he didn't find the other man. Another short jerk against the bonds that kept him so intimately tied to Rose. "C'mon, ge' up." He insisted quietly to her, eyes lowering to look down at her, locking on to hazel.