(Wow, I can't believe how long I left this story hanging. I do apologise. Chapter 7 now up and currently working on Chapter 8 which I'll put up on Friday)

Just as Owen went to put his phone back in his pocket, the anachronistic sound of Rihanna's Umbrella trilled in the night air. Tosh's name appeared on the screen and he realised he was smiling as he answered.

'Tosh,' he said, 'decided to ditch that lot and come away with me?'

'Not quite, Owen. We've found a hotel. Not too far from where we left you, actually.' As she gave him the address, he could hear raised voices in the background. Probably the two Doctors have a go at one another. 'Do you want me to repeat the address?' asked Tosh.

'Nah, it's alright. I'll remember. Is that the Doctors I can hear?'

'Yes,' Tosh said with a sigh. 'They're arguing about the other Doctor.'

'Evelyn?'

'No. Another one of them appeared in the room. Another version of the Doctor.'

'Another one? Blimey, can the world handle three of them at the same time? Which one was it?'

'Tall. Grey-hair. Scottish. He wasn't exactly happy to see the other two.'

'Tall and Scottish? Must be a future one. He still there?'

'No, he left pretty quickly. Mentioned someone called Clara. Said that was the last time he took her advice to go on holiday. So, enjoying your walk? Met anyone interesting?'

'If you're asking about the fragrant ladies of the night, no. But I did meet a Beatle. Or rather, ran after a Beatle.'

'Typical fanboy,' joked Tosh. 'Still, I suppose they'll have to get used to being chased by fans.'

'True, but this was different. I mean, he could have told me to get lost, or something. But he just legged it. And then there was this light -'

'Owen, if you're about to tell me that a young Paul McCartney was abducted by aliens -'

'No! Well, I don't think so. I don't know what to think, actually. It was just strange. Look, I'm going to go and investigate.'

'No, you're not,' Tosh said, in a firm tone. 'You're going to come back here, and tell the Doctors exactly what happened. And then we'll take it from there.'

Owen grinned. 'Tosh, I kind of like this bossier you.'

There was a pause on the other end of the line, but he knew she was smiling. Eventually, she spoke. 'Just get back here pronto, Doctor Harper.'

'Yes, ma'am.'

When Owen eventually reached the hotel and asked for Tosh's room, the receptionist - a large lady in a navy blue dress suit, gave him the once-over and smirked, before giving him the room number and muttering something in German under her breath. The lift wasn't working - a hastily scribbled sign stuck to the doors - so Owen slouched up the two sets of stairs, tiredness beginning to set in. As he walked the corridor towards Room 218, he could hear raised voices. No, raised voice. From the grandiose words used, it sounded like the blond-haired Gallifreyan was still ranting.

'Owen, finally,' said Tosh, as she opened the door to his knock, pulling him into the compact room. Evelyn was lying on one of the beds, staring up at the ceiling and sighing. The younger-looking Doctor was at the opened window, staring up at the starry night. The other Doctor had his hands in his trouser pockets, taking centre stage as he went on about causality and the danger of knowing one's own future. He paused in his tirade to acknowledge Owen's presence.

'Oh, you're back now, are you?'

'Looks like it,' said Owen, sitting down on the other bed.

'Ah good,' said the Eleventh incarnation of the Doctor, tearing his gaze away from the sky and turning to Owen. 'Now, what's this about flashes of lights?'

'Like I said to Tosh,' Owen began, 'I chased after Paul but he was too fast so I gave up. But then there was this flash of light and I couldn't see him anywhere.'

'And whereabouts was this exactly?' asked the Sixth Doctor.

'Near the harbour. I saw some boats in the distance. But I think he ran into one of the buildings,' explained Owen.

'And you don't think it could have been a light from one of the boats?' asked Evelyn kindly. 'Maybe someone was using a torch, or something. Or maybe the light came from one of the buildings. Perhaps someone went to switch on a light and the bulb went.'

'Nah, I don't think it was that. It was strange and, well, having worked for Torchwood for so long, you kind of get an inkling for the strange.

'Right then,' said the Sixth Doctor, clapping his hands. 'Looks like we should investigate. Come along, Evelyn.

As the others all got ready to leave, Evelyn gave out a big sigh and begrudgingly got up from the bed. 'Sleep? Sleep? No, of course, Doctor, I don't need to sleep at all,' she muttered.