Clara and the Doctor followed Rose up the sand dune, where a truck was waiting for them. "Rose," the Doctor began, "could you please just tell me how the hell I am standing here right now?"

"It's a lot of fancy physics stuff," she responded, getting into the driver's seat. "Wibbly-Wobbly Timey-Wimey, you might describe it as. I know someone much better than myself who can explain it to you."

The Doctor slid into the passenger seat and closed the door, which left the back for Clara. As they started to drive though miles of fields in awkward silence, Clara noticed a rind on Rose's left hand while she held the steering wheel. Her curiosity got the best of her. "So, I'm assuming you used to travel with the Doctor?"

"Still do," Rose replied. "We drive around a lot and see new places, try to make Earth seem a bit less boring. He misses the TARDIS. We actually got married at Bad Wolf Bay."

"Rose, could you please stop calling him the Doctor?" said the Doctor. "He's not me."

"I know that." Rose laughed. "He's much better-looking. Although he has aged a bit since he's been human."

"Is my regeneration really THAT bad?" The Doctor sighed.

"You look fine," Clara lied, hoping to get some answers that made sense.

"Anyway," Rose continued, "when I asked him what he wanted his alias to be in this world, of course he said 'John Smith', but he told me I didn't have to call him that."

"That sounds like me," the Doctor said under his breath.

"So…is this your dead wife?" asked Clara.

"What?" responded Rose with confusion.

"Long story," the Doctor added quickly, "but no, Clara, this is not my wife, living or dead."

Clara was very lost, but remained silent for a couple hours admiring the scenery. Suddenly, the dirt road changed to pavement and she could see a familiar city in the distance, gradually getting closer. "Hang on," she said, "we're near London!"

"Is that where we are?" said the Doctor, waking up from a much-needed nap after the ordeal on Trenzalore. "I had no idea, since Rose won't tell me where we're going, or how we're here, or why we're here!"

"Patience!" Rose scolded. "We're almost there."

As they entered London with the hustle and bustle of average daily life, Clara had a thought. "So if this is a parallel universe to the real London, does that mean there's another me here?"

"For all we know, Clara, there could be five of you or none at all. Best not to try to find out. Rose almost got us killed a few years back…well, a few hundred years for me, but I still remember it!"

"But it all worked out in the end!" Rose argued. "For you too, actually." She smiled.

They took a few more turns and the Doctor finally realized where they were headed. "We're not going to…"

"…Torchwood?" Rose finished. "Of course!"

"Do you work there?" asked the Doctor.

"No," she replied, "but you do. My Doctor might only have one heart, but do you really think he can resist some good old alien hunting? Besides, he's a great asset to Dad's team with all his experience. He does have your memories, remember? At least up until when you and Donna left Bad Wolf Bay without saying goodbye…how is Donna, by the way?"

"She's great," the Doctor respond. "Got married just like she always wanted. God help that man."

Clara couldn't stand it anymore. "Ok, seriously, this isn't fair. Can I at least have a summary of what's going on?"

"Right now," said the Doctor, "I wish I knew. But from what I can deduce, we did indeed end up in a different universe, just not the one that I was expecting, where Rose here is apparently married to my hand clone who is working for a parallel Torchwood hunting aliens under the leadership of Rose's father, Pete, who is dead in the real universe, not that this isn't a real universe, but I just mean the other universe where I had to wipe the memories of my old companion Donna so that she wouldn't explode from having Time Lord energy inside her that helped create my hand clone that we're going to meet very soon in this universe, which isn't the one I was hoping to end up in."

"Got it," said Clara, who definitely did not get it.

As they pulled up in front of the skyscraper, the Doctor asked, "So, how's the kid?"

"Both of them are great!" Rose exclaimed, exiting the vehicle. "The boys get along so well."

Then, a young blonde boy came running out of the building and down the steps, holding a toy robot. "Mum!" he shouted excitedly. "Look what Dad made me today!"

Rose picked up the boy and turned to face the Doctor, who had an expression of surprise. "Doctor, I'd like you to meet your son, John Tyler Smith."