"Fine," was his quiet response as he got his things and kept the Doctor's coat on, not daring to remove it, not now. He exchanged a long look with the Doctor's back before he slipped down the stairs and out the front door and true to his word, he ran. He'd taken Sirius' knife with him just in case he needed protection, but the sound of gunshots raining down around him freaked him out more than the monsters he was outrunning.

And god, crucifixes as he approached the Compound. They almost took him aback in slack-jawed fear, but he knew that he had a purpose. He was going to the Clinic, he was going to help and just because he had to lead knife-forward, it happened.

He approached the Clinic with ease, sighing when he got there and walked right into the room.

He walked right into it.

He walked right into it and only when he heard the voices did his blood freeze and he knew the Doctor had been right the whole time. He should have stayed a coward, should have bunkered under the bed instead of being there, listening to robotic, inhuman voices, talking about seizing him.

Chase only had time to do one thing before everything went black. He made a rush for the door, screaming just one thing at the top of his lungs, loud as he could and fraught with panic, fear, and terrified desperation:

"DOCTOR!"

And then it all went black.