The TARDIS gave a massive shudder, knocking its crew off-balance. Rose let out a small scream and clutched the main console holding on to anything she could reach. Mickey and the Doctor were doing the same beside her, but the Doctor grappled with the controls as he held on.

"What the hell is she doing?" Rose yelled over to him across the loud grinding of the time rotor.

"The control's not working!" he growled attempting to turn one of the cranks on the side. The main console groaned in protest, and sparks sprouted beside the crank.

"What do you mean they're not working?!" Mickey panicked, clinging on to the computer screen for dear life. "They always work for you!"

"I don't know what happened!" he yelled back, grappling with a few more controls. "One minute we're on course to Ardiadad, then BAM! Controls ka-put and we're going who knows where!" He shot Rose a grin. "Kind of exciting, don't you think?"

"You are completely impossible!" she growled but smiled still as the TARDIS lurched again.

"Not impossible. Just," he paused as the TARDIS groaned. "A bit unlikely!"

With a shower of sparks spraying from the main console, the TARDIS gave a final jerk throwing Mickey and Rose to the floor and the Doctor to the jump seat. Everyone stayed as they were for a few moments catching back their breath. The Time Rotor moved up and down slowly grinding groggily until it too halted. A loud hum sounded, signaling they had finally stopped.

Rose propped herself up from the grated floor and looked over to the Doctor. He met her eye and then sprang up from the jump seat, running over to the TARDIS doors. She hurried after him with Mickey scrambling behind.

After pulling on his long coat, the Doctor pushed open the white doors and stepped outside, his head turning from side to side as he inspected their surroundings.

"Why would the TARDIS bring us here, then?" the Doctor said as Rose and Mickey followed him out of the TARDIS. The ship had brought them to what seemed to be a small, underground junkyard. It was a large tunnel of some sort with big plates of metal and wire coils cluttered about, seemingly meshed together to form some sort of broken barricade. It was very dark as well, probably due to the fact that they were below the earth.

"Oh, I love this bit," Mickey murmured behind him.

"I thought you said you didn't like going places without fully knowing where it was," Rose mused.

"I know," Mickey said. "But all the same, it's that feeling you get."

"Like you swallowed a hamster," Rose smiled and looked over to the Doctor. He was still checking out their surrounding, scrutinizing the scene.

"Don't move! Stay where you are!" a shout sounded and all three travelers turned to see three armed soldiers running toward them. "Drop your weapons!

"We're unarmed!" the Doctor said as he and his companions raised their hands up in surrender. "Look, no weapons. Never any weapons. We're safe."

"Look at their hands," one of the soldiers said. "They're clean."

"Alright, process them," the soldier closest to them said and pointed his gun in the Doctor's direction. "Him first."
The man's two comrades ran over to the Doctor and gripped his arms, forcing him forward.

"Oi, oi!" he protested, wriggling in their grip but going where they directed him. "What's wrong with clean hands?!"

"What's going on?" Mickey said as he and Rose ran after the men. The Doctor grunted in protest as the men forced his arm into a cylindrical machine.

"Leave him alone!" Rose called but the soldiers just aimed their guns at Mickey and her again. The Doctor tried to pull his hand out of the machine but something from inside grabbed his hand and he stopped struggling. A loud clanking noise arose from the machine.

"Something tells me this isn't about to check my blood pressure," he glanced over to Rose briefly then his eyes widened and he let out a yell. "Argh!"

Pain covered his face and he pulled against the machine again.

"What are you doing to him?" Rose asked the head soldier.

"Everyone gets processed," he replied glancing back to the Doctor.

"It's taking a tissue sample," the Doctor growled. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! And extrapolated it! Is this some kind of accelerator?"

The machine released his hand and the Doctor removed his arm from the machine. He scrambled back examining his hand as Rose and Mickey ran over to him.

"Are you alright?" Rose asked with concern, gingerly taking his hand in both of hers. Part of the skin on the back had been scraped away in a small 'Y' shape. It reminded Rose much of the same scar the empty child had when she and the Doctor had gotten stuck in the London Blitz.

"What on earth?" the Doctor murmured and Rose looked up to see him staring at machine adjacent to the accelerator. "That's just…"

Steam flooded from the square machine and two glass and metal doors opened on its front. A figure stepped out from the brightly lit interior as the three time travelers watched in confusion. It was a young girl, thin with pale blonde hair and dressed in a khaki green t-shirt, a pair of combat boots, and trousers. She stepped out of the machine and glanced around at her surroundings.

The head soldier from before approached her and passed her a riffle, "Arm yourself."

The girl glanced down at the gun and weighed it in her hands. Rose watched her and whispered to the Doctor, "Where did she come from?"

"From me," he murmured staring at the girl blankly.

"From you?" Mickey asked and looked the Doctor up and down. "How? Who is she?"

"Well, she's," the Doctor faltered slightly. "Well, she's my daughter."

The young girl cocked her gun with a vibrant smile and looked to the Doctor.

"Hello, Dad."