'I hate the vashta nerada!' the doctor exclaimed as he stormed into the TARDIS, his new, welsh accident causing him to chuckle in the remembrance of the Torchwood crew. 'How ya doin' Doc,' a familiar American accent chimed 'which face is this one then; after your tenth I assume?' 'JACK?!' The Doctor screamed in retort, only just realising the womanizer aboard his time machine. 'How are you on the TARDIS?' 'That's the thing' the American remarked 'I don't know that myself. One minute I'm sun-bathing on the Jamaican coast; the next I'm sat in some room in the TARDIS, luckily she showed me the way to the console room'. The TARDIS let out a whir that was audibly comparable to a wolf-whistle. 'Stop it you,' the timelord said in a sternly accusing tone while mock-hitting the rustic control panel. 'Well then, Jack.' he continued 'It seems we have some investigating to do, but first what do you think of the hair?' 'It's ginger?' came the confused reply 'It's ginger! Come on Jack I've always wanted to be gin-' A loud crash from outside shook the TARDIS and the doors flung open. 'Hello sweetie'
