There are other characters in this story...including one major one...
He woke with a start and sat up and looked round him...looking for...what was it he was looking for?
He tried to remember, but it was already fading. He shook his head...just a dream, a really weird dream...he had heard children crying. It sounded so real and he guessed that was why he had looked round his darkened bedroom.
He got up, deciding there was no point in going back to sleep, even though he felt dog tired.
A rumble from his ship seemed to disagree with his getting up.
"I don't need any more sleep and it was just a dream. No...I don't want to talk about it," he scowled and stomped out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
He sat and waited for his tea to brew and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He knew the TARDIS was right, she normally was.
It had been nearly three years since his encounter with the creature he had dubbed Not Jack and he hadn't really slept well since and now he was getting these odd dreams about children.
He wasn't quite sure what the dreams meant, perhaps he should pay a visit to his old friend Sigmund or maybe not he thought as the phone Jack had forced on him after the Davros debacle rang.
"Hello Jack...what's wrong now?"
"What, I can't make a social call?" Jack replied.
"Trouble is your idea of a social call," he said.
There was a pause before Jack replied. "You know me too well Doc. I would like your opinion on something."
He sighed. "Alright, I'll be there is few ticks."
Jack smiled as he put the phone down. "He's coming."
Gwen let out a sigh. "Thank god, it's been too long. I've been having nightmares that he'd remembered."
"Well, he sounded okay," Jack said. "We'll know soon."
He sensed the arrival of the TARDIS and he would go outside a meet him in a few minutes.
Moments later the Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS.
He'd landed on the Plaza, so that the TARDIS could soak up much needed energy. He wasn't particularly happy about being back on Earth, but it was something he needed to deal with, sooner or later, and it seemed that sooner was the going to win.
He took in a tentative breath and the smell of Earth flooded his senses and he realised he'd actually missed this blue and green ball.
He was startled from his reverie by the sound of a child crying and he whirled round as the source of the cry appeared from behind the TARDIS.
A small boy stopped by the TARDIS and he looked very lost and the Doctor's hearts skipped a beat at the child's misery.
He approached carefully and crouched down in front of the little boy. "Hello there, have you lost your mummy?"
The little boy looked at him but said nothing.
"Quite right, I bet your mum has told you only to talk to policeman...well lucky for you, I am a policeman," he smiled and pulled out his psychic paper.
The little boy looked at the paper and then at the Doctor. "Mummy says I can talk to policemen, they're safe."
"Quite right, safe as this wooden box...so what is your name?"
"Jamie," the little boy said.
"Well Jamie, nice name Jamie...let's go find your mum."
He stood up and held up his hand and the little boy grabbed it. At the touch of the little boy's hand a flash of the dream he'd had earlier surfaced but he was distracted by a woman's voice.
"Oh, thank god!"
Jack stepped out of the small tourist shop that fronted the Hub and looked round the plaza, searching for the TARDIS and froze.
Across the plaza, talking to a woman and holding the hand of a young boy was the Doctor. A wave of panic hit him as the Doctor crouched down and handed the little boy something.
Jack was practically running by the time the woman was shaking the Doctor's hand.
He caught the end of the conversation and tried not to panic.
"Thank you Detective Constable, I only turned my back for few seconds and he was gone."
"Don't worry yourself, he's safe now."
"You'll have to report this won't you. It's just that his father was part of a fighter crew that went missing when those awful Dalek things attacked us. I don't want the social to get involved," she said, her voice almost breaking.
The Doctor put a hand on the woman's arm. "I won't report it, no-one should take a child from its mother."
The woman smiled and took her son's hand and walked away.
Jack waited until they were out of earshot before speaking. "I should arrest you for impersonating a police officer."
The Doctor didn't respond at first, he was staring after the woman and the little boy.
Jack felt the panic he'd tried to quash rise again, so he cleared his throat and said in a louder tone.
"I said, I should..."
"I heard you Captain," the Doctor cut him off and he turned towards him and said. "Daleks, even when they're gone they leave nothing but heartache behind them."
He shook himself and then said brightly. "So Jack, what is it you want my opinion on?"
A hundred and forty miles away, two children were playing in the garden, watched by their mother through the kitchen window.
She really didn't notice when the stopped playing and stared into the distance...nor did she noticed them touch the pendants they had worn since they'd been adopted.
Nor did she notice the flash of gold in her children's eyes as the pendants glowed.