"Right this way please." Said the man, opening a thick oak door. Behind him the five walked quietly, Ianto and Gwen together in front and Jack, Donna and Martha trailing behind.

The hallway was dimly lighted with thick carpeting and expensive moldings following the edges of the walls. Set along were more of the same oak doors, each one controlled by a biometric keypad set adjacent in to the walls, glowing dim solid blue.

The man stopped, pressed a finger to the door. The panel chimed softly, and the door clicked.

Holding the door open seemingly proudly he said, "Your rooms."

Gwen walked in first. A hallway lined with mirrored closets opened into a large sitting room, completely furnished in leather and suede. The windows showed a beautiful view of the courtyard where their car had parked, it's engine still running.

"This is..." Ianto began, running his fingers over the granite kitchen tops, "Impressive."

Martha entered cautiously, glancing in corners and eying the mirrors with suspicion. Donna however pushed by her and flopped herself onto one of the couches with her head back, eyes closed. She sighed contentedly.

"What?" She asked Martha, feeling her gaze. "Might as well enjoy it, not much else to do, is there?"

Jack had taken another hallway back, into the flat. There were a total of 6 bedrooms, three on either side of the hallway. Each had been furnished in the same expensive manner. As he walked back he noticed a small closet door, and opened it. Inside were four computers, with a monitor and keyboard stowed on a floating arm. Unfolding them out, he hit a key and the screen lit up.

"Courtyard, ocean, prairie?" He muttered, reading to himself. The menu itself was painfully simple, something out of the old DOS days. He sighed. There was nothing to hack at here, even if he had the skill to do so. It's list went on for ages. Bored, he selected 'Moonscape' and hit the return key.

It was then that his boredom was broken by Martha's shout of surprise.

Upon exiting the hallway Jack found Martha glaring accusingly at the Torchwood representative. Ianto and Donna stared slack jawed at the windows, which showed a whole new scene. Craters pocked the gray ground, and the sun threw dramatic shadows that went uninterrupted for ages it seemed. And on the horizon a new light was rising, soft and blue.

"I don't understand why you're upset ma'am," The Rep was saying calmly, gesturing to the windows. "This technology is state-of-the-art and designed to minimize the effects of working in underground facilities."

Martha's hand remained on her hip as she jabbed a finger at the rep. "I don't think you understand, mate," She said angrily. "This, this isn't funny. At all. So why don't you go ahead and change it, and remove 'the bloody moon' from the scene rotation yeah?"

"I'll have a technician sent down right away." He said in his best corporate apologetic tone.

Jack turned his head to find Gwen at his side, her small hand on his wrist. She looked up at him expectantly.

"We'll talk, I promise." Jack said quietly, pretending to be engrossed in the drama between the rep and Martha. "As soon as we're sure this place isn't bugged."

Gwen nodded as she let go of his wrist, and walked to the kitchen where Ianto was admiring the coffee machine. Jack, giving Martha his best 'quit making a scene' face, walked to the tech, and put his hand on his shoulder, turning him toward the door.

"You know, they're all just a little shaken up by all this," He said cheerfully, "and they just need some time. Oh!"

"Yes?"

"Some biscuits and clotted cream." Jack whispered, eying at Martha's direction. "Her favorite."

The man bristled at being treated like room service. "Of course, sir."

"Thanks." Jack said, beaming at him as he showed him the door. Once he had shut it, he let himself fall against it, resting his weight. It was then he saw four pairs of eyes looking at him. He considered each set briefly.

"What?" He asked, resigned to what he full well knew was coming.

Rose Tyler sat, her eyes fixed ahead staring at nothing. Her desk was covered in manila folders, each containing reports on the TARDIS, it's subsystems, and it's owner. She wasn't sure why her assistant has brought the reports on the Doctor, seeing as she'd written nearly half of the file when she'd started. She was new, she thought to herself, and didn't know better. Through the narrow slivers of the glass desk not covered she looked at her feet, propped up on the steel framing. Around her whole walls were steaming with information, camera footage, rift statistics and spikes. Sometimes, when she was alone, it was as though the round room was an entity unto itself, and didn't require it's occupant to run Torchwood. She sighed, knowing it was true. At least, it was true since they came. Absentmindedly she flipped open the Doctor's file. The first page consisted of photos used to identify him.

So many faces, she mused. So many men she never knew. Of course, she'd read about them all, knew their personalities and profiles by heart, like many other employees. She touched one of the photos, thinking back to the time she'd spent with the man who laughably claimed to be an alien when she'd seen a northerner in a leather jacket and black jumper.

The Doctor coughed, and Rose jumped from her seat. She backed up until her seat hit the wall, eyes wide.

"Someone's jumpy yeah?" He said, reaching out for a folder. His jacket creaked as if it were brand new as he lay back into his chair, flipping though the reports.

"Wrong." He said, tossing a report out. The papers scattered as they hit the floor. Rose slowly began to recover from her shock, and sat down, rolling the chair back to her desk.

"You can't be here." She said, watching as he tossed another report onto the floor.

"Absolutely right." He replied, not looking up. "But I'm not the sort of person who let's things like 'can't' decide how I live."

"How is this possible?" She asked, reaching across the desk to take the folder from him. He pulled it back just out of her reach. His blue eyes flashed at her, catching the light from the wall displays.

"Because I'm clever, that's why, brilliant some have said, myself included" He replied, laying the folder down on the desk just out of her reach. "But certainly clever enough to take your advice."

Rose was quiet.

"You didn't actually think that'd work, did you?" He asked, voice patronizing and sarcastic. "The void... Hmph!"

"It was the best we could do to accommodate you in the -" She started, regaining her composure.

"Accommodate?" He asked, sarcasm touching his voice. "Explain to me how you worked that out. Please, because I'd love to hear how trapping someone in a delusion they're in the void is at all in any way accommodating."

Rose was silent. She was growing resentful of this psychic intrusion.

"Had things worked out the way you said they had, none of this -" She threw her arms open to the room, "Would be necessary."

"What'd you mean, necessary?" He asked, eyes locked on hers.

Rose's hands felt to her side. "How can you not possible know what you are responsible for?"

"If memory serves, I was responsible for saving you, and both planets."

"Wouldn't it have been nice if it'd worked out like that?" Rose said sadly, her eyes gazing past the Doctor.

"Rose, tell me what's going on. You know I'd," The Doctor paused. "I'd do anything to help you." He finished softly.

The Doctor watched with hidden confusion as Rose stood up taller, and rolled her shoulders back to look down on him. "I think you've done enough." She said coldly.

"You know, I picked this form because I thought," He said, his voice becoming progressively more high, his cadence faster. "That you'd be more inclined to be honest. Which is silly, really. I mean, what's in a face?"

He ran his hand over his head, and short dark hair gave way to longer, lighter brown. Were it any other time, Rose would have laughed at the absurdity, but now her eyes seemed to burn as she watched him. Stupid, childish tricks.

"Oh ri-ight." The Doctor said, taking a hand to his forehead and sweeping it down. The war veteran was replaced with the young man and his eyes, now brown, seemed to have never broken their gaze with her.

"More what you were expecting?" He asked, smiling. "I'm going to keep the jacket if you don't mind, because all this jiggery pokery is really taking from my point, which is..."

He turned and gazed at the screens, the cascading data that told him what he wished he never knew. His smile fell as he read.

"Which is, Rose Tyler, stay out of my way." His face was suddenly cold, his eyes fiery as he turned back to her. "I might not have all of the puzzle, but I have enough to know what's happened here is wrong. Very wrong."

He turned his gaze on her and she did all she could not to shrink from it. His expression was conflicted, disappointed and furious. "You get one warning," He said intently. "Just one. Get out of here, Rose."

"You don't understand," She began, taking a step forward.

"You're right." He said quietly. "I expect you to explain it to me latter. But for now..."

His gaze returned to the life signs. "For now, Rose Tyler..." He walked around the desk, and took her hand. For a moment she allowed herself to feel relieved, as if she was back to being a 19 year old girl.

The Doctor eyes burned, and his voice was a growl. "Run."

The Doctor vanished, and Rose stood stunned and deafened as alarms rang out. Three panels of her walls were flashing red, and voices intermixed over the intercom.

"... has broken out from secured med bay #12. We need..."

"There are two weevils loose in research lab alpha! Someone..."

"Power flux detected in Auxiliary Generators. Overload is imminent. All nonessential equipment will be shut down in 15... 14..."

Rose grit her teeth, and threw her fist into the desk. The glass ground against the steel with the force of her blow. Folders fell to the ground.

"I'm through running!" She declared loudly, her eyes locked at the empty seat in front of her desk.

Jack awoke seconds before the alarms went off. He didn't know why, but lately it had gotten worse. He'd twitch before something broke, know what someone was saying before they said it. He sat at the edge of the bed, looking towards the door. Ianto snored loudly and rolled over, taking full advantage of the covers Jack had left. Looking over his shoulder, Jack smiled as the alarms began to blare.

Martha rose calmly as the voice from the intercom woke her, it's voice deep but louder than the alarms.

"All residents are advised to stay in their rooms. Please ensure all entrances are locked for your safety. Thank you."

Reaching over the side of her bed for her pack, black leather battered by the elements, Martha moved swiftly to the hallway where she found the rest of the group milling in the living room. Donna's face was twisted into a grimace, and she glared at the speakers set into the walls. Gwen was hastily pulling on her boots. Jack stood by Ianto in the kitchen, who was drinking a cup of last night's coffee with a dour look on his face.

Jack caught Martha's eyes and waved. "Weren't we saying we wanted to have a look around?" He asked, smiling. As suddenly as they had began, the alarms cut off. The wall panels also shut down, leaving the room dark save dim red emergency lighting from the corners.

"What now?" Donna grumbled, directing her cross stare at the lighting.

"That's emergency lighting... each unit has it's own power supply that's activated when main and backup power fails." Ianto said as he finished downing the coffee and turned to Jack.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning..." Jack and Martha began at the same time. Each looked at the other with mild surprise, and Jack shrugged his deference to Martha.

"Meaning that we're in trouble." Martha said, looking at each person with her. "But, it's also an opportunity. We'll be able to check out the facility without having to worry about anything save a deadlocked door."

"Which would mean someone would have to be behind it to deadlock it in any event." Gwen said, standing up.

"Exactly." Jack said. "But the five of us running together will be too obvious."

Martha nodded. "Unfortunately we don't have much of a choice. Our only objective is to exit this facility as quickly as possible."

"What about the TARDIS and Rose?" Jack asked quietly.

"What about it?" She snapped back. "They have a key, so locking it is no good, and we can't move it."

"There's got to be something we're missing." Jack insisted. "And Rose knows. We need to find her."

Martha didn't attempt to hide her aggravation. "You want to go looking for Rose? Fine. I'm getting out of here, and finding UNIT. If things are even remotely similar on this world, they'll help."

Martha's sharp turn to leave was halted by Jack's hand on her shoulder. He spun her back to face him.

"Don't even let this be an issue." He growled. "Not now!"

"The only person it seems to be an issue with," She spat back. "Is you."

She took a breath, and began again more calmly. "Look, Donna told you what happened when the Adipose came. We know that she's got something to do with what's going on, and we can't trust her. We need to get out of here, Jack."

Jack shook his head. "Rose would never knowingly do something to hurt any of us, but you are right." He conceded, sighing a little. "She does know something, and that's why we have to find her."

"Then let's quit talking and go." Donna said, still aggravated. "You two can bicker and argue about your girlfriend latter."

Martha's eyes grew wide as she turned to face Donna, while Jack's head fell a little as he laughed.

"She's totally going with me." He said, grinning. "Ianto, Gwen, go with Martha."

As one, Ianto and Gwen opened their mouths to protest, but Jack cut them both off.

"I can't risk losing you both." He said quietly. "Go with Martha."

The five muttered goodbyes as they separated in the hallway. Ianto looked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Jack, but he'd already reached the lift. He sighed as he heard it activate, swooshing up.

"Hurry up." Martha snapped.

Ianto bit his tongue and walked faster. "Yes ma'am." He said smoothly.

"Weevils! Help! Anyone!" Came a cry from down the research hall. The shrill voice seemed to echo and resonate down throughout the labs. There was silence, and then the sound of boots marching in rhythm over the marble floors.

"Who's there?" Came a voice, deep and booming.

A man burst through a lab door into the hall. His hair was flat and dark, and stuck to the sides of his head. He slammed the door shut behind him, looking up at the security contingent. Doing so forced him to adjust his glasses and squit.

"Oh thank GOD you're here!" The man blurted, his voice shaking. "I don't know where they came from, there are weevils in the lab, I thought it was safe but they started tearing their way through the door!"

"How many?" The guard asked, nodding to his men. They flowed past him into the lab.

The man grabbed the guards shoulders, eyes wild. "I couldn't count, I was too scared. I'm just a lab tech, it's my first week!"

The guard brushed the man off and laughed to himself as he stumbled on his white jacket and nearly fell over. "Just let us take care of this then. You report to floor 5, they're doing debriefing and reassignment."

With that, the guard entered the lab as well, his rifle now up and at the ready. The room stretched on for an impossible distance, filled with tables and medical equipment. Another guard trotted up.

"Sir! No sign of any aliens."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Sir, yes sir."

"That might be because there weren't any." Came a voice from aside them, no longer panicked or shrill.

Both men spun to face the technician. He smiled, one hand on the door. Both froze for a gunslinger's second. The guards lost. The door slammed shut. The guard rushed his hand towards the knob, but before he could reach he heard a soft whir. He pushed with all his weight at it, yelling.

Smiling, the Doctor shrugged off the technician's lab coat and went to toss it on the floor before thinking better of it. He crammed it in his jacket pocket, tucking the sonic on top. He ran his hand through his wet hair, fluffing it as he walked down the hallway.

Too easy, he thought. Much too easy.