A decade later, and Grace Holloway was still saving lives at the ECU. Or she would be, if she could make it in time.

"Come on," she yelled angrily, beeping her horn. Her phone continued to go off, reminding her that it was a bad idea of hers to pop out when she was on call. But then again she was always on call when U.N.I.T needed help with an unworldly visitor.

She was so close to the headquarters as well, only a few traffic lights away. She put her head back against the headrest and glanced around. She saw a strange, skinny man with a pinstripe suit and a long coat standing in the shadows.

Silently he raised a glowing stick, a small smile creeping on his face. Grace thought that the stick looked familiar, but didn't have time to study it further. The car behind her honked, forcing her to tear her gaze away from the man. The traffic lights from here to the building were green.

As she pulled away from the lights she looked back for the man, but he had disappeared. But she only knew one man that could have done it. Or, more specifically, one Doctor.