Summary: Perhaps the Doctor relies on his sonic screwdriver a bit too much.
The Doctor shook it again, harder this time, but it still didn’t work. He changed the setting and tried it again, to no avail. This could be a bit of a problem; it appeared to be broken. Maybe it had happened when he was thrown in here; his captors hadn’t been very gentle about it.
“How very inconvenient.”
He was locked in a perfectly ordinary cell with metal bars, something he should be able to escape from easily, under normal circumstances.
All he needed was his sonic screwdriver…
“Why do things always have to break at the worst possible times?”