Jack stared at the scene in front of him.
"What happened?"
"I don't know, I just found her like this."
Martha was lying on the chair in the console room, and was fast asleep. Her face was streaked with tears and she was still gasping slightly.
"Where's the Doctor?"
"As far as I know, he's not back yet."
"Should we wake her up?"
"I can hear you," Martha replied, quietly.
"What happened?"
"Nothing," she answered tersely.
Donna raised an eyebrow.
"Well, it was all fine, and then he just started being stupid," she continued. "He's being petty, and I've got no idea why."
"Any ideas?"
"Well one minute he was all like how was your day, and then- he just started being an arse."
"He's just scared," Donna replied. "He'll come around."
"Yeah, I'm guilty of that," Jack added. "But I'll never change towards Ianto."
"Ha! I knew it!"
Suddenly a strange noise rang out.
"What the hell is that?"
"Text," Martha said sheepishly. "Sorry."
She heaved herself off the seat and rifled through her bag.
She started to cry again.
"Oh, great. I am going to kill him you know. He can be such a wanker!"
"She knelt down next to Martha. She put her hand out for the phone, but Martha carried on staring at it.
"No," she said "This. This isn't real, this isn't real, it can't be real. It's not really real is it? Not after, the whole thing with-"
"What?"
"Rose!"
"What does it say?"
Martha handed Donna the phone.
The text read:
-I'm sorry. I love you.
Donna remembered the scene on the beach, and almost dropped the phone.
"Oh, I think... I think you'll be fine."
Martha watched as Jack answered a well-timed call from Ianto and looked very pleased to do so, and she happened to agree.