"You know what my father used to always say to me?" Emma scratched absently at the cell wall, marking another hour had passed, "He always used to say 'Emma leave that poor man alone. He's payed to do this, and you're just a kid. You don't know anything about this stuff. Not really.' He would tell me that anytime I tried to correct anyone. Plumbers, electricians, meteorologists, doctors…" Doctors. When was the Doctor going to get here? Did he even know they'd been captured? Don't be stupid Emma! She told herself, Of course he knows. He's The Doctor. He knows everything.

"Clearly your father didn't know you that well then." Jack put his arm around Emma in a lame attempt at comforting her. "It seems to me like you know just about everything."

Emma gave him a sad smile.

"How long has it been?" Mickey yawned.

"About twenty-two hours." Emma glanced at her tally marks.

"Where do you think The Doctor is then? He's taking his own sweet time isn't he?"

"He'll come. He always comes. I'm not worried."

Mickey made a noise of disbelief and turned his back, muttering something about tin dogs.

"You really trust The Doctor, huh?" Captain Jack asked.

"Not in the least." Emma said, "But, I do know him. And I know if anyone can help me find my mum, it's him."

"And that's why you travel with him?"

"Yeah. That's why." Emma said.

Emma? The Doctor practically screamed in her head.

"Gaaaaaah!" Emma threw her hands over her ears, curling into the fetal position, "Not so loud!"

Sorry… Emma is that you?

"Of course it's me dumbo!"

"Who is she talking to?" Mickey asked Jack.

Emma, are you okay? Have they hurt you? Are Jack and Mickey with you?

"No, I mean yes I'm fine, and they're with me. No they haven't hurt me."

Good, now, listen to me carefully. I have a plan. Just do what I say and everything will be alright.

"Doctor, Doctor, Doctor…"

"I'm sorry, have we met before?" The Doctor examined the young woman before him. She was petite, pale, and curvy. Blonde hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her large emerald eyes gleamed with malicious intent.

"You don't remember me?" Her lips formed a pout that didn't reach her eyes, "Pitty, I remember you. And may I just say how, fabulous, it is to see you again."

"Pleasure."

"I assure you Doctor, the pleasure is all mine. I've been waiting to see you for ages. And I must admit it's a bit disappointing how long it took you to discover our little… operation. It never used to take you this long to take action."

"Right, Originem Tempus am I right?"

"Oooooh now really Doctor! I'm disappointed in you!"

Yeah well you sure don't look disappointed, The Doctor thought, watching the young woman bounce up and down, practically bursting with excitement.

"I mean honestly of all the people I expected to figure it out! No, no, noooo Doctor! Originem Tempus is just the… erm… icing on top of the cake, if you will, the cover up operation! Something to distract the less… to put it kindly… less desirable investigations. And boy have we had quite a few come through too! PIs and Police even a Detective Inspector."

His mind was burning with questions. Who was this girl? Why did she seem so familiar? And yet he knew he'd never seen her before, she was like a distant memory, someone he may have been close to many years ago. Oh he could spend hours trying to figure this out. He glances at the clock. No he couldn't. Five minutes, you promised Emma, only five more minutes.

"Alright, I'll bite." The Doctor said, playing off what he'd learned so far about this woman. "How do I know you."

Her entire face hardened, yet she still kept a girlish appearance. Like a doll. A little human doll. The Doctor thought.

"Now, now, pet." A young man, maybe Emma's age sauntered into view, "We must not upset the poor man. He's been through quite a lot. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't remember you for a good long while."

"I haven't been taking orders from you, and I'm not about to start. You're just a child." The girl spat the last word, though she looked slightly younger than him.

"Age does not define a man's maturity." The boy replied calmly.

This is great! The Doctor thought, If they keep talking I might not have to distract them at all.

"Now that's a very clever plan Doctor, but I'm sure whatever you're intending to do in… two minutes thirty-five seconds, we can put a stop to." The girl had her attention back on him, "And don't bother trying to shield your thoughts, I know you too well for you to be able to do that."

"You know Doctor, this whole operation is your doing. And we'd actually like to thank you. Without you we wouldn't have been brought together for this purpose. I'll be the first to admit my father was not the kindest of men, and I am quite thankful that you stopped him. And to show just how thankful we are, we will release you and your friends." The boy said, holding up his hand to cut off the girls objections.

"But what is it exactly you are doing?"

"My dear friend, if I told you I'd have to kill you, and believe me" The boys tone was strong, almost hypnotizingly convincing, "I'd rather not kill you. Now call of your little red headed friend, and I'll have one of our guards escort you out."

"Can I at least know who you are first."

"My name is William Saxon."

And at that a guard grabbed The Doctor and dragged him out of the room.

"But you must have some idea what they're doing!" Emma protested.

"None, and I don't like admitting that either. I didn't even know The Master had a son."

"And what about the girl? Could she be The Master's too?" Martha asked from her spot on the couch. Everyone was gathered in the Smith's living room, trying, and failing, to calm their nerves with tea.

"I doubt it… The way they talked to each other, it seems more like they are in a business relationship. Besides, I can't shake this feeling that I've met her before, and whoever she is, I get the feeling she has something to do with the disappearance of Donna."