Mohinder's approach had barely registered, and before Fitz could decide if he wanted to play dead or try and fight this new threat (anyone coming near meant more pain, right? either another beating or that beautiful mad monster dredging through his poor brain) he was being freed of his bindings.

"Out," he repeated vaguely as he was lifted. "Right. Out." What was out? Where were they again, and was Anji all right and- no, Anji wasn't here, it was just him and the others the Master had taken, and now they were being rescued which meant - right on cue, there was the Doctor. In that moment Fitz gave up caring if it was his Doctor or not because the results were the same: everything would be all right now.

He tried to laugh at the instructions but it came out as more of a harsh cough. "The rude one. You...don't know any nice people anymore, do you?"