The Doctor continued to stare at this seemingly ordinary piece of paper, completely shocked by its appearance. With shaking hands, he flipped it over, hoping to find any kind of information that will tell him what to do, how he can help his Rose. The back read,

TORCHWOOD

It seemed to be typed in official lettering, like it was ripped from an official notice, if Torchwood even did that sort of thing. This only further confused the Doctor. How could Rose send him a note from Torchwood in a parallel universe? This had to be connected with his memory loss, and there was no way he was going to walk away from this.

So, carrying the banana in one hand and the paper in the other, he headed back to the TARDIS. Upon reaching the console he set the coordinates for Torchwood, hoping the TARDIS would take him where he wanted to go for once. As the machine took him to the entered coordinates, he continued to stare at the wonderful piece of paper that had somehow managed to get to him. Suddenly, the TARDIS landed and he stepped outside, smiling to find Jack waiting for him on the other side.

"I thought I heard you," Jack smiled at him, reaching out his hand for a shake. The Doctor returned his pleasantry somewhat anxiously, which Jack immediately noticed. He skewed his face into a question mark and the Doctor thrust the small piece of paper at him. Jack took it confusedly and stared at it for quite some time before finally looking back up.

"Do you know anything about this?" the Doctor asked his old companion helplessly, still clutching the banana in his other hand.

"No, I'm sorry, Doctor. Can you tell me what's up with the banana?"

"Found this in the same place. Ripened two days ago," the Doctor explained, suddenly feeling the need to pace around the room. Jack just stared at him and tried to make sense of the situation.

"Where did you find these?"

"The basement of the department store she used to work at. Where we first met." The Doctor suddenly sighed.

"Getting sentimental, are we?" Jack joked, trying to lighten the mood. The Doctor shot him a glance that told him to shut up.

"That's the thing, I don't remember putting in those coordinates," The Doctor exclaimed in frustration, raking a hand through his hair.

"Do you think it could actually be her?"

"I don't know."

The two men said nothing for a while, both lost in puzzled thought. Suddenly, a voice came on over an intercom, startling them both out of their thoughts.

"Jack, you're need in the conference room."

Jack left wordlessly, leaving the Doctor alone once again. He took this time to study his surroundings, remembering the last time he was in this building, and how much loss it had brought him. He seemed to be in the same room as before and he turned around to view the great white wall that had haunted his dreams for almost a year. He reached out to touch it, not quite sure what kind of pain this might bring him. He suddenly turned back around, not able to bear it anymore.

Walking back to the other side of the room, he found a computer that had been left logged on. He curiously sat down and examined it, seeing no files of significance open. It was just Torchwood's database, with a nifty little search bar right in the center. He typed in four letters "r-o-s-e", which only gave him a list of "the dead" from that terrible day. He tried again, typing in "d-o-c-t-o-r", which turned up several different articles, one of them titled TARDIS.

He narrowed his eyes, remembering that they had confiscated his machine the previous year, and wondering if they had managed to receive any kind of information from it. Yet, when he pulled up the article, it read "information has been deleted". The Doctor suddenly heard footsteps approaching and he nervously swung back around in the swivel chair, trying to look innocent. However, it was only Jack that approached.

The Doctor sighed in relief and then launched into his question, "Are you aware you have an article labeled 'TARDIS' with absolutely no information within?"

"Yes, but I believe we just got it back," he replied, smugly holding up a stack of papers and waving them.