*feels the guard's arm give slightly as Molly attacks, and quickly slips out of his grip*

*has one hell of a battle for several seconds...but, with Molly's help, finally manages to bring the guard down and knock him out*

*leans against wall to catch breath*

Whoof! I'm definitely not as young as I used to be. Course, spending the last week in a forced labour camp probably isn't the best thing for your combat skills.

*to Molly, still winded, but smiling*

...Thanks.

*to Sam*

You go wherever you like. I'm not leaving here without Archie.

*feels pockets...and finds them empty*

Oh god...Sybil? Martin? Oh please dear god tell me we didn't tread on them during the fight...