As suddenly as they had started the voices stopped. The TARDIS was silent as the Doctor stood there staring. The last voice he had heard had been Rose. Rose Tyler. His Rose. His best friend and the woman he loved. One of a list of so many that he knew he would never see or hear again.

"Right!"

He sprung into action, running about the console, hands flying over the controls, sonic screwdriver blazing. Using every test he could think of he set to analyzing the last 20 minutes inside the TARDIS.

An hour later he sat on the taped up old bench beside the console with his glasses on, hair scruffy and going in every direction, with a keypad in his lap. The computer screen flashed digits and symbols readable on by Time Lord eyes. His tests had turned up nothing and the Doctor was stumped.

"Well, this is just weird. What have you gotten us into my ladyship?"

The TARDIS gave no reply.

Glad he had thought to hit record before going on the first hunt, the Doctor again played back the voices. He'd listened to them a thousand times already and still all he heard was Rose. This time he stopped the recording before her voice sounded. And then he heard it.

He played it a second time, again stopping before Rose. He knew the other voices. They were all people that the Doctor had been in contact with before. That was Elton. And there was good old Sally Sparrow. Even Adam, that stupid git that Rose had brought along to Satellite 5, had a turn.

"No. NO. It couldn't be that simple! Could it?"

The Doctor's finger flew across the keypad, eyes flicking back and forth with the images on the screen.

"Well, now that's not impossible. Just weird, that is."

The Doctor wandered around to the other side of the consol and started putting all of his tools and spare parts away. A mask of concentration hid his true emotions as he focused on this menial task.

When there was nothing left to put away he stood up, straightened his tie, pulled his blue suit jacket back on and walked back around the console.

"There's only one other person I know in this solar system that can manipulate psychic energy like that. Looks like I'll have to go pay him a visit. Do some more baby sitting. Always in trouble, my friend Jack is."

The pillar at the centre of the TARDIS began to glow pale blue and the pistons lifted and fell. The engines whirred and wheezed and the Doctor felt a slight jolt and pull as his ship tumbled into a wormhole. He kept his footing through the bumpy ride and strolled towards the door as the engines powered down. He pulled his long, brown coat from the twisty pillar by the exit and stepped out into the Cardiff night.

It was raining, surprise surprise, and there were few people about. The TARDIS had landed in an alley behind the Millennium Arts Centre and the Doctor wished he had just landed inside Torchwood's base of operations. It would have been much more warm and dry. As it was, he reached back inside the door and pulled out a bright yellow umbrella and opened it over his head.

The Doctor had never been to Jack's secret little base and wasn't entirely sure where the entrance was. Jack's 'Doctor Detector' was gone. The Master had seen to that and it was probably for the best. He didn't like it when people could see him coming.

He also didn't like it when he couldn't see them coming and was highly annoyed when a teenager on a cellular pushed past him sending him into a nearly ankle deep puddle. Cold, icky water seeped through the red canvas of his trainers and sent a chill up his spine.

"Oy!" He called after the kid who completely ignored him and kept yapping into his mobile. Revenge wasn't his thing but as luck would have it the Doctor just happened to be travelling in the same direction as the boy.

At the end of the alley, out on the street, the boy was just getting into a beat-up little car with Jubilee Pizza stencilled on the side. The last thing the Doctor heard before the door closed was,

"I've got one last delivery to Torchwood and then I'll be back for the next load."

So it was a disgruntled pizza boy then. The Doctor could almost forgive him. No one actually liked delivering food. More interesting though was that he was delivering to Torchwood.

"Who orders food under the name of their allpowerfullsupersecretalienhuntingorganization?" He loved to wrap his tongue around long winded, run on sentences.

He took off down the street after the car.