Jack watched as the Doctor typed furiously at the computer. This was something that always amazed Jack. No matter where or when he was the Doctor could sit down at any computer, machine or other technical device and know immediately where everything was. He breezed through 16 digit passwords and burned through firewalls with barely a milliseconds thought. Sometimes Jack thought the Doctor must have eyes like a chameleon. Independent of one another and able to asses and assimilate separate information instantly.

The entire Torchwood team watched in wonderment as the Doctor broke into their most heavily guarded files. Some that only their leader had access to. Without warning he spun around and stared at them intensely. Sensing that he was not looking at them they all glance back and moved apart so that he could see behind them.

"What is it, Doctor?" asked Jack while peering over Owen's head.

"Is there anyone else here?"

"Other than a weevil in a cell down two levels, no. Just us."

"Maybe I should give sleep another try. Give my great big, brilliant brain a bit of a rest. I seem to be going mad."

Turning back around with a bit of a smirk on his face he began typing even more furiously if that was even possible. He paused on one screen with a graph with a red line that seemed to spike suddenly near the end and then closed the file. Still typing madly with one hand he reached over his shoulder with the other.

"I need something to write with. Anything. Pen, pencil, quill, blood, whatever, I just need it quickly."

Tosh handed him a pen from a clipboard she was holding and, still typing, he scribbled something down on a scrap of paper. The room seemed very quiet as his hand left the keyboard and reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin leather wallet. He carefully folded the piece of paper and slipped it into the wallet which he then returned to his pocket.

The Doctor pressed a key and the graph he had stopped so briefly at appeared on the screen again.

"Just in the nick of time."

"What was?" Jack asked.

"Not to worry my nosey nosey friend. Now, I'd say it's about time for a cuppa and maybe some of that pizza. Wadda ya say?"

The Doctor stood and rubbed his hands briskly together. His grin faded as he noticed five pairs of confused and bothered eyes staring back at him.

"Was it something I said?"

Jack stepped forward and stood beside the Doctor and looked back at his team.

"I think it might be time for some real introductions."

"I'll say." mumbled Owen. "The guy's new and he just went through pretty much every file we've ever created."

Jack opened him mouth to explain but the Doctor spoke first.

"I'm sorry if you feel I've invaded you're privacy but trust me, there was no secret information in there that I didn't already know. In fact I provided most of it."

This time Jack was quicker.

"Remember all the times I've mentioned, in as many words, needing to find a Doctor? Well, this is the Doctor I was talking about. He's an alien, a Time Lord to be precise, and Torchwood, the original Torchwood, was founded because of him and his annoying habit of sticking his nose into everyone's business." At this he turned to the Doctor and said, "I'm the nosey one, pal? This coming from the guy that just went through all my files."

The Doctor grinned and winked at him and to his teams surprise Jack blushed a deep pink.

"Moving on," Jack said loudly. "The battle of Canary Warf; this is the guy that ended it. The Sycorax; he sent them running for the hills. The severed hand that bubbled away in that jar for so long, that was his."

That comment got the same reaction as always. A double take of the Doctor's right hand.

The Doctor pulled it out of his pocket and waved at them.

"It grew back. Isn't that something."

Always wishing to avoid awkward silences the Doctor walked across the room to a long brown couch against the wall. He bundled up his coat, lay down with his feet up and tucked the jacket behind his head.

"Might try for that sleep now." And he closed his eyes, half a smile still lingering on his face. When nothing happened he popped open one eye and found everyone staring at him again.

"Chatty lot, they are."

"They're not usually like this. You've made quite an impression, Doctor."

Jack asked Ianto to make some tea and sent the other three off on other tasks then dragged a chair over to the couch. The Doctor sat up right away and looked Jack right in the eyes. He spoke in a low voice knowing that the rest of Jack's people were probably listening anyway.

"Jack, I need to know of every little toy, project or investigation you've got going on here. Everything involving perception filters, psychic energy, time or space manipulators, everything because something very strange is going on and the TARDIS is avoiding my questions."

"Is this anything to do with the note you gave to the psychic paper earlier?"

"Yes. No. Possibly. Probably." Each word was said with absolute certainty as only the Doctor could do.

"In that case you should have a look at what I've got on my personal computer. It certainly falls into at least one of your categories. It's seems to relate to the rift but I can't make head nor tail of it."

The Doctor looked deadly serious.

"Show me."