William Hartnell Cemetery

It was raining. And the only time it seemed appropriate. Hundreds of coffins were being carried, by members of Torchwood but also those of the Royal Navy, Army, Airforce, UNIT and even some of Hellsing. With so much death, petty rivalry between departments seemed foolish. As well as considering giving every person buried today, separate last rites. They were all done in a single preach, but that didn't diminish the effect.

400 dead, in a single day. Not even the alien menaces of old had done such damage. The Round Table had been required to buy more land to obtain enough room. And bought more, though they could ill-afford another Valentine Massacre.

After the priest was done, Yvonne Hartman came up to speak. Among those listening to her, were Dr Singh and Jack Harkness. Integra was present as well, with Walter, Seras, who had dressed herself in a long non-insinuating black dress, Tommy and several Hellsing captains and sergeants. Revy didn't come as her in own words 'seen to many of them'. Yvonne's words were short, and involved the words of duty for Queen and Country. But she did include a short quote from a poem that was uncomfortably close.

"...O captain! My Captain! Rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up! For you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills:

For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths, for you the shores a-crowding:

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning.

Here Captain! Dear father!

This arm beneath your head;

It is some dream that on the deck,

You've fallen cold and dead..."

Everyone, even those not in the military or retired, saluted. It was not even the least thing they could do. Afterwards, everyone began to head back for the cars. Everyone except for Yvonne Hartman. She stayed until they finally called a doctor in the late evening and had her sedated.

She was predicted back to work in about two weeks.

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49th Floor, Torchwood Tower

The long overdue renovations to the floor were going to be more overdue thanks to the attack. All priority was given to the damage on the ground floor and all those above it, except the 49th as it was already being rebuilt. It was bad news for the Torchwood in-house maintenance staff, but especially for Billy Doyle.

Because his girlfriend had left him. His mother died a month ago, and now he was getting into serious money trouble and his landlord threatened to remove him from his apartment if the rent was not due in a week. All of this, combined in a Billy Doyle who could not refuse the request that he would be left alone and do all of the renovations himself. Starting with the electricity grid, of the entire floor.

Now, hidden away in a forest of plastic, Doyle was standing up a cheap, nearly brokedown ladder and was busy working his way through a heap of wires, while trying to remember the function of every single one.

"Fucking wankers...and it's not like they be paying me extra for this bullocks. Cunts, all of 'em."

Doyle connected the last pair of wires, and wished for the better when he turned on the power to test it. But while the lights did go on, several loud flashes came from further away, shrouded by the endless layers of plastic. Damnit, I've must have blown a entire sector away. No doubt who's gonna pay for that crap.

The worker stepped down from the ladder, grunting as he did, and began to walk over to where he had seen the flashes. If possible, he might repair some of the damage if it wasn't too badly burned. Doyle waved his way through the layers and layers of plastic, and wondered if so many were really that necessary. After making it to the place where he thought the flashes appeared, Doyle noticed something.

There was no smell or fume. Not the stench of burned plastic or a blackened ceiling. In fact, the lights were still on and active. Doyle began to wonder if he might have just imagined it. Then he saw something moving behind one of the foils, away from Doyle. Upon closer look, it resembled the shape of a human walking away fast.

"Hey! I saw you, come back here! Oi!"

He went after the moving shade, and realized that it was likely someone was playing a game with him. The cunt probably went the other way around, and wanted to shit him scareless with fireworks or whatever he used to create the flashes. Ain't gonna happen, not today Doyle thought as he pursued the bastard who played the tricks on him. Within seconds, he caught it near a wall, with only a single plastic foil separating them.

"I don't care who the fuck you are, but your getting a beating, friend."

The shadow moved again, but not against the wall as Doyle would expect from a person who would be afraid for a pummelling. Instead, it drew closer and now Doyle could see just how big the other person was, and realize that threatening it may not have been a good idea. Especially because he was now so far away from the main corridors, that nobody would hear him shout if something happened. Doyle backed away, back to the corridors where more people would be and he at the very least would get a witness to testify he didn't start the fight.

But than he bumped into something solid, likely a support beam. And than Doyle realized that there were no support beams in this area of the floor. He turned around, his eyes widened and he screamed, the opposite of shouting as he thought he would be doing.

When the dayshift was finally over and there was no sign of Billy Doyle or if he had finished any work, they reported him skipping on the job, and would send a note to his address that he would no longer be required to return to Torchwood Tower as he was fired. A week from now, the letter would be destroyed along with the rest of Doyle's personal items, by the landlord who kept with his threat.

The Void

Some call it the Void. Some call it the Howling. But most called it Hell, as like the original concept, it's a place devoid from all absence. Literally, all absence as there was no life, no death, no heat, no cold no light, no dark, no up nor down. Nothing.

Which made explaining why a blue police box from the planet Earth, from the 60's to be exact, was travelling through it, and yet at the same time didn't. And before its presence was even there, which made it difficult to where there actually was, it was gone. Nothing was sure in the Void, as nothing existed in the Void.

But one thing was sure. Bananas were good. Great source of potassium.

That was a serious belief of the owner of the blue police box, which may or may not have been in the Void. But now definitely not…

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Unknown Location

With the whizzing sound of an engine, the blue police box slowly materialized in a dark underground room that was made out of ancient stone. Even if it did travel the Void, it was now here.

Several seconds went past, before the door of the police box were opened, and a man stepped outside followed by a young woman. The girl looked worried, as their arrival into this place was not planned. The man, on the other hand, was possibly even more happy because something happened that he didn't plan. That, and the fact he didn't have to meet the girl's mother again.

"Doctor...what is this place? I thought we'd be going back to Mum, it's been a month already. And I'm not going to do the washing."

"Actually Rose, it's been 5,000 years and three separate planets since we last saw your mother. Minus another 2,000 when you wanted to see Jesus Christ."

"Hold on, it was you who wanted to see him and ask about the water-wine trick, not me."

"Party pooper that Christ was eventually, now I'll never know if it was true divine power, or the twenty barrels of wine, who were incidentally labelled as 'water'."

"What?"

"Just kidding Rose, just kidding. Must have been on intent, of course. He had a reputation to uphold naturally."

Rose Tyler sighed, as sometimes the Doctor was so bloody eccentric at times, it was nerve-wrecking. Rose closed the door to the police, as all it took was one idiot to go inside and touch something. As if the TARDIS wasn't already as unstable as a elephant on ice-skates. And that showed, as the place they were in was not even close to the London area where her mother lived. It was old and damp, but likely in use as working light bulbs had been installed on the ceiling and the surrounding walls.

"Could this be a bunker?"

"Very possibly, or a dungeon of a castle, but revised to modern standards. Do you hear that?"

Far away, Rose could hear a sound that was likely dampened by the thick walls. It was very familiar but than again not, but she still couldn't place it, except it had something to do what she saw on the telly two years back, before she met the Doctor and did far more exciting things than they did on the TV.

"Any clue what it is, Doctor?"

"I might. But than again, I might not. Its bit too early to draw a conclusion from only that, so let's explore, shall we?"

"What? But you said we'd going to see my Mum! Who's going to do the washing now?"

"Washing, washing. Who cares about washing when we get to explore a strange dungeon?"

"And likely get into trouble again. I'd bet a fiver on that. But there's no reason in convincing you Doctor, so let's meet a new race trying to kill us."

"Always so negative. Think positive for a change, and than take this door for example." The Doctor walked over to a sturdy wooden door, who was almost as old as the stones, except for the modern lock.

"Behind this door, could be anything. Now, while a pessimist like you could say that there will be likely some hostile creature wanting to kill or eat us.."

"Like last time."

"…Yes, but that was last time. This is now time which also works for optimists like me. Also now, we have the possibility of a friendly encounter, with a person who is willing to share food with us. Or nothing at all, which also works but in a less interesting way. Let's find out."

The Doctor opened the door and stepped inside, with Rose following.

There were persons in the room. And they had food which they were consuming at a large oak table. That is where the Doctor's predictions stopped being correct.

The rest followed Rose's predictions, as the persons were all men with short-shaved heads and wearing blue overalls in military fashion. And in the room were besides the table and the men, several weapon racks with assault rifles and other tools of destruction. And though the men were all enjoying a meal and conversation, they all stopped and looked towards the Doctor and Rose who stood in the doorway.

"Good day, or evening if it is that time. Hard to tell when beneath ground, ain't it boys?"

The men in the blue overalls kept staring at him, until one of them stepped away from the table and reached for his sidearm in a holster attached to his belt.

"Alarm!Eindringlingër!"

Though it surprised the Doctor that the TARDIS manipulation of the brain, failed to translate the words into English, he understood enough of Earth languages and that of body language, to know that someone shouting at you and reaching for a weapon isn't a good thing. He grabbed Rose by the shoulders and the closed the door, while saying it had been a pleasure meeting them all but he needed to bring his companion home to her mother.

When the door closed, the Doctor reached for his handy tool, the Sonic Screwdriver and used it to completely seal the lock mechanism of the door, making even the proper key unable to open it. And not a second too soon, as the door was being battered at by strong arms and legs.

"Come on Rose, you were right. Washing is important!" The two began to run back towards the TARDIS, but to their dismay there were two more men, dressed similarly like those in the other room but with black berets and already wielding assault rifles. And they were standing before the TARDIS, blocking that way of escape for the Doctor and his companion. The two turned around and headed the other way, but the two soldiers saw them.

"Halt! Nicht bewegen!"

Rose and the Doctor kept running, past the door that led to the other room, and which to their surprise was suddenly blown apart. The soldiers inside had not taken the patience to await for help, but instead had taken a anti-tank weapon and blown the reluctant door to tiny cooperative bits. And those inside swiftly joined the hunt for the two intruders. Who, kept running until they came across a large stone staircase and went up.

They didn't care where they went, as long as they were away from their pursuers. A way to get rid of them or how to get the TARDIS back was of later concern. As they reached the end of the stairs, another old wooden door appeared. But with a lot of angry soldiers behind them, the time travellers took the risk and opened it, and disappeared.

The soldiers stopped running, and several of them cursed in a non-God-offending way. The one in charge and with the highest rank grabbed a radio from his belt and began to report the situation to the units outside. In this attire and with these weapons, they could not be seen.

As the Doctor and Rose went through the new doorway, they almost stumbled against a group of people standing before the door, and feared that this was the end. But the group hardly noticed them, except the few who were bumped into who gave a annoyed groan towards the Doctor and Rose, and returned their attention to the person who stood apart from the group and was talking. It was a nun, an Asian one to be precise, with glasses and the most innocent and harmless face that a human could have.

"..And the door from which our new fellow visitors just appeared from, for which I do hope they have a proper story to tell to me after the tour, leads to the cellars of the building and are the most ancient part of the palace."

A hand raised from the crowd, a 'fighting hand' as described by it's owner, and gained the attention.

"Yes?"

"Excuse, but do you mean 'palace'?"

"Why yes, this is the holy residence of our divine father on Earth. You must have known that before coming here."

"Ah yes, sorry...but where is 'here', exactly again? It slipped my mind."

"...Sir, do you need a doctor, or a priest? You hardly could forget that you are within the Vatican, the most sacred place on Earth?"

"Oh, yes of course. That solves it all. One more question though. Will there be tea and biscuits at the end of the tour?"