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The TARDIS had been sounding a siren for little more than a minute before the Doctor had hastily finished his shower and half dressed, before bounding into the control room.
'Can't someone have decent shower round here before all hell breaks loose?' The Doctor commented whilst shrugging on his pale blue shirt.
'Right! What's the problemo?" He broke his stride before shaking his head and continuing, "Urgh! Since when did I feel the unnecessary need to add an 'o' to the end of a perfectly fine, and otherwise correct, sentence?'
The Doctor quickly took in the data from the screens and established it was not good. As far as the Doctor could tell from the message he read on screen, Torchwood was in trouble. Again.
His hands worked quickly and skilfully over the TARDIS console, flicking switches, turning dials and adjusting scales, his mind working at its usual epic rate: sorting and processing every reading and measurement the TARDIS was willing to give. He remembered the first time any of his companions had sat at the console, just watching him with amazement as he whisked them off to their first adventure into the unknown. The memory was still bitter as the flashback to bad wolf bay stirred his mind, and he forced those memories deep down, back to where they belonged.
'Torchwood: here I come!' The Doctor muttered as the roar of the TARDIS engines flew into life, whirling the doctor to Cardiff: 2:57pm, October 30th 2009, to be precise.
The Doctor fumbled around for his jacket, thinking he didn't have much time for a tie right now, if Captain Jack had sent for the Doctor, he wouldn't be doing this lightly, and that itself meant time was of the essence.
Little did the Doctor know of how much trouble Torchwood were really in this time.