The knife was hovering above Donna as she was tied to a large humming green thing in the midst of the giant cavern in an unknown self-sufficiently lit asteroid belt at the edge of the universe. Needless to say, she was dissatisfied with the state of things.

"Doctor! Doctor!" She turned back towards Bilis and glared at him seethingly. "Listen you religious freak! I may just be a temp, but I'll be ridden through if you think I'll let the likes of you take the universe and mold it into your image."

"I hardly see where you can not cooperate with my musings, Ms. Noble."

"Yeah, well, just untie me and we'll see how much I cooperate."

Bilis laughed in reply and she squirmed as he set the dagger above her, hovering inches from her lungs. The ropes were thick and the air was stale. She needed him. How was he so advanced and yet so entranced by that silver man holding his gaze? Donna held out hope, never breaking her concentration from the knife and the villain holding it. She used all of her fear within her to glare at him.

"Begin the chanting ceremony. Ms. Noble, of course, might want to know what ceremony this is." Bilis stared seriously for a moment, straightening his spine and yet not moving the knife an inch. "While I am not one much for prophecy, I do heartily believe in the darkness and it is so difficult to bring fanaticism to an entire race without finding a prophecy. And the people of Desiri were so eager to see the Darkness prophecy come into affect. So a few words and knife plunged deep into your lungs will provide the end."

"How do you know you have the right girl?"

"What?"

"Is there bloody cotton in your ears?! How. Do. You. Know?"

"There is no mistaking the House of Noble, fallen queen of Desiri."

She felt the twinge of the knife come down swiftly as the robed monks chanted all around her. She sucked in breath and waited for sickening popping noise of her deflating lungs. But Bilis turned a sheet whiter than he'd been. He looked older somehow. "But the prophecy..."

"Score one for the good guys!" She chirped at him. The knife has become submerged in her clothing. Donna Noble had moved the half inch necessary to both save her life and the whole of humanity. Now all she had to worry about was the Doctor. "So, let's talk about this Desiri, shall we?"

Bilis wasn't listening, he was moving away. He had begun to perspire, muttering about the prophecy. "Well? What is it then? I couldn't shut you up when you thought you were doing the work of prophecy." She intoned the last word to smart him. But he still wasn't paying attention. "Did someone turn up the heat in this room?"

Donna began to sweat and to hear chanting even though the robed monks had stopped. Her eyes widened as she noticed the knife was still settled as Bilis had swung it. It was logged in the glowing rock below. A tiny fissure began to crawl from the knife and it moved around her body until the fissure was an outline of her. The green glow intensified and she screamed as though her entire body were burning.

Jack grabbed Ianto as he moved to greet her, limping a little in his jog. "Where are you going?"

"To head off the tourists."

"Oh no you don't." Ianto glared at Jack just briefly as he removed Jack's arm from his elbow.

"What are you afraid of Jack? That I'm going to turn her into a Cyberwoman too?"

He jogged with a limp away from a stunned Jack and met Sarah Jane, with Luke by her side. "Hello. Construction repairs today at the tourist office in the Plass. So sorry but we are closed."

"Construction? It looks as though you've been under attack, young man. So sorry to disappoint, but I'm not a tourist. I'm looking for a Jack Harkness."

"And you would be?"

"Sarah Jane Smith. I traveled with the Doctor and have a few questions for him. This is my son, Luke."

Luke's face gave a small glimmer of recognition. "It's alright. We'll talk to Ianto Jones, organized front man of Torchwood Three. That's you. And that's Jack Harkness." Luke pointed to him, trying to help Rhys tend to Gwen's wound.

"I'm sorry, have we met?"

"No, but the Internet is full of information about your version of Torchwood. Not very quiet about matters, are you?"

"Luke!"

"No, the young man's right. Listen, we're having a bit of a technical difficult with repairs and I know of this terrific coffee shop right down the road I have some vouchers for. I'll take you there and answer any of your questions to the best of my ability."

"I think we'd much rather speak to Mr. Harkness ourselves."

"Technically, he's Captain Harkness. And I'm not sure that's such a good idea."

"And why not?"

"Because Ianto Jones knows everything."

"Precisely."

It was the second disturbingly familiar dinner Martha had spent candle-lit across from Harold Saxon eating fancy French soup and dining on hearty French sandwiches filled with a variety of delights.

"It seems as though our plans have moved up a tiny portion my dear."

"I see." She couldn't think of anything more appropriate to say. "And what exactly are those plans?"

"I'm astonished. I thought you would have understood by now." Martha shook her head. "Very well, then. You are part of the power source to begin the process of the running the Daleks. Having traveled with the Doctor gave your particles the ability to filter and fuse the energy from Bad Wolf Bay."

"So it was a trap then."

"And you fell right for it. Now, shall we begin? Don't worry my dear. This will hurt. I believe it will hurt very badly. But, after all, it is for a very good cause. And we must think of the cause before ourselves."