A/N: So sorry for the wait. Life. Bleh. As always, thank you to my followers, those who have favorited, and those who have reviewed! And now on with the show... I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or anything related. That goes to the BBC. *Some lines below are borrowed from the episode Utopia. Credit for those lines belong to their respective writers.*

There was a part of the Doctor that couldn't remember the last time he was so at ease. Sally Sparrow had done her job, brilliantly he might add, and returned the TARDIS to him. While being stuck in 1969 had not been the greatest of adventures, it was where he decided to be more open with his feelings for Rose. He had shared more with her there, in that tiny flat in 1969, than he had in the few years they had been travelling together. It felt right. And if things kept progressing they way they were, he was almost certain about the next step he would take with Rose.

He knew, deep in his hearts, that he wanted to be with Rose Tyler. In every way. He wanted to bond with her. Call her his wife. But they weren't quite ready for that. There was more he needed to share. While he may have started opening up about his past to her in 1969, there was still so much that he had left unspoken and Rose deserved to have all the cards out on the table before she agreed to really truly spend the rest of her life with him. If she agreed, he knew it would be difficult. He would lose her so much sooner than he would someone closer to his own life span. And when she died someday, a part of him would die with her. But wouldn't that be the case either way? No matter where their relationship went, losing Rose Tyler would be the most painful thing he had experienced since the Time War. Maybe even more painful.

Of course, for the moment, Rose Tyler was perfectly healthy. As soon as his beloved ship had returned, and their celebratory snog was over, the Doctor had insisted that he scan her with the TARDIS's advanced medical equipment to see what had been wrong with her. Rose insisted she felt fine. "More than fine actually," she had claimed. But the Doctor wouldn't listen. Something had happened. Something that made even scanning for her with the sonic screwdriver nearly impossible. And what did he find on Rose's results? Nothing. She was the perfect image of a healthy human being. And that bothered him. That was the reason that, despite a part of him feeling completely at ease, a large part felt completely uneasy. He knew Rose Tyler better than anyone left on this universe's Earth and he knew that something had been wrong.

And now, on top of all those worries, the TARDIS was acting up. Deciding that all She needed was a top off at the Rift, the Doctor set the controls for Earth.

Having felt the TARDIS in flight, Rose and Martha sprinted out of the kitchen, where they had been finishing their morning tea, and went to see where they were headed next.

"Cardiff," the Doctor answered when Rose had voiced her question about their destination.

"Cardiff?" Martha echoed.

Rose giggled. "Oh, Cardiff. Feels like it's been ages since we've been there!"

The Doctor shot her a wink and explained their location to Martha as the ship landed and he began opening up Her engines. "The thing about Cardiff, it's built on a rift in time and space, just like California and the San Andreas Fault, but the rift bleeds energy. Every now and then I need to open up the engines, soak up the energy and use it as fuel."

"So it's a pit stop," Martha stated with a smile.

He beamed proudly at her. "Exactly. Should only take twenty seconds. The rift's been active."

"Twenty seconds?" Rose asked. "That's a lot quicker than the last time we were here."

"Wait a minute," Martha rounded the console. "They had an earthquake in Cardiff a couple of years ago."

"Did they?" Rose said trying to look nonchalant.

"Was that you?"

"Bit of trouble with the Slitheen. A long time ago. Lifetimes," the Doctor looked across at Rose. Oh how times had changed between them since then. "I was a different man back then."

Rose looked to Martha with wide eyes. "And he means that literally. Different looking anyway." She looked back to the Doctor and said, "Inside he's the same man. Always."

He gave her a nod before looking back to the console. "Finito. All powered up." He turned to check the monitor one final time and saw something that sent dread to the pit of his stomach. He quickly shut the screen off so Rose wouldn't see and set the TARDIS to dematerialise.

For a brief moment, Rose could have sworn she saw a flicker of concern cross the Doctor's face as he stared at the monitor, but then, of course, he replaced it with his manic grin. That was fine. Perhaps she could ask him later, after Martha had gone to bed and they were curled up together in the library. He had been so much more open with her recently. For now, she would shrug it off and enjoy wherever the Doctor decided to take them next.

But then the TARDIS screamed.

The Doctor knew he needed to be completely honest with Rose about Jack. But he wasn't ready. Things were so good and telling her would spoil that. No. For now he would take Rose and Martha to Sirculum. It was a pleasant little planet that held the most fantastic carnival every year. The girls will love it, he thought to himself.

But then Rose screamed. And something on the console exploded causing all three travellers to fall back onto the grating.

"Whoa! What's that?" Martha asked, using the jump seat to pull herself upright.

Rose stayed curled up on the ground, clutching her head.

The Doctor pulled himself up as well, just as a shower of sparks rained down on him. He stared at the monitor in horror. "We're accelerating into the future. The year one billion. Five billion. Five trillion. Fifty trillion? What? The year one hundred trillion? That's impossible." He looked down at his blonde companion and shouted, "Rose, are you alright?"

Hearing his concern, Rose was able to pull herself up next to Martha. She looked shaken as she laid her hands on the console and said quietly, "Fine."

"You said the year one hundred trillion was impossible. Why?" Martha asked.

The Doctor checked the monitor one more time before turning back to his companions in fear. "We're going to the end of the universe."

The TARDIS landed rather smoothly, considering how unsettling her flight had been. They all three remained silent for a moment before the Doctor broke the peace saying, "Well, we've landed."

"So what's out there?" Martha asked.

"I don't know."

"Say that again. That's rare."

"Not even the Time Lords came this far. We should leave. We should go. We should really, really go..." He gave both women a grin before bounding off for the door. Only stopping when he realised that Rose hadn't followed himself and Martha. "Rose? Aren't you coming?" Not giving her a chance to answer he continued with, "What happened before? You were screaming. Did you get hurt."

"I'm alright," she responded hoarsely before clearly her throat. "Really. You go ahead. I'll be out in a few. I just need a moment alone."

He didn't want to leave her when she had clearly been distressed about something, but he could tell by the look on her face that arguing would be pointless. "We'll wait for you right outside the door," he told her.

Once they were out the doors, Rose turned to look around the control room. "Alright, something's wrong," she said aloud. "Something's got you upset. I can feel that." She felt a warm, worrying, hum as she laid her hand back on the console. "Hey now, it'll be okay. We've got the Doctor and he's always taken care of us, right? So I'll go out there and check on him. Then we'll be back and out of here before you know it." She gave a final pat to Her coral before following out the door.

The sound of the next voice Rose heard took her breath away.

"Captain Jack Harkness. And who are you?"

"Martha Jones."

"Nice to meet you, Martha Jones."

Rose was standing behind the Doctor and could see how tense he was as he said, "Oh, don't start."

"I was only saying hello."

Feeling completely elated, Rose stepped into sight and said, "That's all you need, Captain. In fact, I remember I got dancing and champagne after you said hello to me. So what's Martha going to get?"

And then suddenly she was in his arms. Captain Jack Harkness was holding her close and swinging her round in circles. "Rose Tyler, I missed you," he whispered in her ear. And before she could respond, he was dipping her low and kissing her right on the lips.

Martha watched the two in shock. She knew that things were developing between the Doctor and Rose, but seeing the woman in question, being kissed by another man, another man who was obviously familiar with Rose and the Doctor both, confused her to know end. She peaked at the Doctor and saw the he was taking slow, controlled, breaths.

After a few seconds the Time Lord cleared his throat.

Jack put Rose down and turned to face him head on. "Doctor."

"Captain."

"Good to see you."

"And you. Same as ever. Although, have you had work done?"

Jack looked outraged. "You can talk!"

The Doctor looked confused before figuring out what he meant. "Oh yes, the face. Regeneration. How did you know this was me?"

"The blonde and the police box kind of gives it away. I've been following you for a long time. You abandoned me."

"Did I? Busy life. Moving on."

Rose's heart began pounding. No they didn't abandon him. No way. Jack had a job to do. He had to rebuild the Earth... That's what the Doctor told her. So why was he being so cold towards Jack. And what made the Captain think they had just up and left him. Didn't he understand? Rose was always under the impression that he knew the job he had to do. That perhaps the Doctor had told him so before he took her away from Satellite 5 and that he knew that they couldn't be a part of his life at that moment. The Doctor had told her that Jack's timelines were complicated and to trust him. She did. She always did. But maybe she was wrong.

Sensing her distress Jack turned and ran his hand down her cheek. "Just got to ask. The Battle of Canary Wharf. I saw the list of the dead. It had your mum and Mickey's names on it."

Rose's breath hitched as she answered, "They're not really dead. They're living in a parallel world. Safe and sound."

He pulled her in for another hug. "That's great, sweetheart! You must miss them terribly though."

"I do," she answered truthfully as she pulled out of him embrace. "I've missed you too, though."

He gave her a sad smile before turning to look at the Doctor. "So where are we?"

"End of the universe it would seem. That's all we know," he answered.

Rose tugged Jack's arm. "Wait. How do you now know. How did you get here?"

"Let's walk and talk."

As they began exploring the immediate area, Jack started his explanation with how he met Rose and the Doctor so Martha would feel included. "So there I was, stranded in the year two hundred one hundred, ankle deep in Dalek dust, and he goes off without me."

Rose stopped in her tracks and faced the Doctor. "You just left him? Without so much as a goodbye?"

The Time Lord took a deep breath. "I..I had to..."

"No you didn't," she answered for him, having never felt so disappointed in him. She moved from his side and stepped back to stand next to her old friend.

"Don't worry, Rose. I had this." He pointed to the strap on his wrist and told Martha, "I used to be a Time Agent. It's called a vortex manipulator. He's not the only one who can time travel."

"Oh, excuse me," the Doctor stated, looking back at him. "That is not time travel. It's like, I've got a sports car and you've got a space hopper."

Martha gave a chuckle. "Oh ho. Boys and their toys."

Rose rolled her eyes and said, "They've always been like this."

"All right, so I bounced," Jack gave in. "I thought twenty first century, the best place to find the Doctor, except that I got it a little wrong. Arrived in 1869, this thing burnt out, so it was useless."

"Told you," the Doctor preened quietly.

"I had to live through the entire twentieth century waiting for a version of you that would coincide with me."

"But that makes you more than one hundred years old," Martha told him.

"And looking good, don't you think?"

Rose looped her arm in his. "Jack, how is that possible?"

"Good genes," he informed her with a wink before continuing with his story. "So I went to the time rift, based myself there because I knew you'd come back to refuel. Until finally I get a signal on this," he pointed to the bag strapped to his back, "detecting you and here we are."

"So you were in Cardiff? Oh my god."

Martha began to feel uneasy. She knew she couldn't stay with the Doctor and Rose for the rest of her life, but she always thought she would be welcome to stay for as long as she wanted. Now she wasn't so sure. "But the thing is, how come you left him behind, Doctor?" she questioned.

The Doctor continued to stare straight ahead as he answered, "I was busy."

Rose snorted as memories of his regeneration and how terrible things went after ran through her mind. "Is that what you're calling it?" she said almost bitterly. She loved her Doctor dearly, but at the moment he was not in her good graces.

"Is that what happens, though, seriously?" Martha continued. "Do you just get bored with us one day and disappear?"

Jack nudged Rose. "Not if you're blonde."

Martha threw her hands in the air. "No surprise there."

"Hey! That's not fair," Rose told them with a pout.

The Doctor stopped and turned to face them. "You three! We're at the end of the universe, all right? Right at the edge of knowledge itself and you're busy... blogging!" He stalked past them with a quiet, "Come on."

The Doctor was feeling horrible. He knew Rose was upset and he wasn't sure how to fix things. The need to run was almost unbearable. But he couldn't run from her. Not anymore. When they got back to the TARDIS he would sit down with her and explain everything. Then he would accept whatever happens after. He hoped with all his might that she would be able to forgive him.

They reached the edge of a cliff and saw the remains of some sort of city. When Martha asked for confirmation the Doctor responded, "A city or a hive, or a nest, or a conglomeration. Like it was grown. But look, there. That's like pathways, roads? Must have been some sort of life, long ago."

"What killed it?" she asked.

"Time. Just time. Everything's dying now. All the great civilizations have gone. This isn't just night. All the stars have burned up and faded away into nothing."

Jack looked around and said, "They must have an atmospheric shell. We should be frozen to death."

"Well, Martha, Rose, and I, maybe. Not so sure about you, Jack."

The two men shared a knowing look that Rose was just about to question when Martha spoke up, "What about the people? Does no one survive?"

The Doctor told her, "I suppose we have to hope life will find a way."

Rose was staring at something in the distance and when Jack realised what it was he pointed and said, "Well, he's not doing too bad."

A lone man went dashing by as a group of what looked like villagers followed in his wake. The Doctor focused on the scene before him. "Is it me, or does that look like a hunt? Come on!" He took off running and was quickly followed by the other three.

Jack looked to Rose and started laughing as they sprinted towards the man. "Oh, I've missed this!" When they met up with the runner, Jack grabbed him and pushed him towards the Doctor. "I've got you," he said to him before raising his gun at the angry mob.

"Jack, don't you dare!" the Doctor shouted when he saw what the Captain was about to do. Jack considered his options for a moment before raising his weapon in the air and firing three quick shots.

"What the hell are they?" Martha screamed when she saw the caveman like appearance of the tribe that had been chasing the man.

"There's more of them. We've got to keep going," the man in question said frantically.

"I've got a ship nearby. It's safe. It's not far, it's over there." The Doctor looked and was disappointed to see another angry mob racing from the direction of the TARDIS. "Or maybe not."

"We're close to the silo. If we get to the silo, then we're safe."

"Silo?"

"Silo," Jack repeated.

Martha agreed saying, "Silo for me."

"Come on then!" Rose shouted.

They ran for a short distance until they came upon a gate. "It's the Futurekind! Open the gate!" the man yelled as they got closer.

"Show me your teeth! Show me your teeth! Show me your teeth!" the guard shouted at them with his gun raised.

"Show him your teeth."

They all opened their mouths to show their in incisors. "Human! Let them in! Let them in!" the guard shouted as they quickly let the five of them in. "Close! Close! Close!" he shouted when they we're in the gate's protection. He then began firing his gun at the mob's feet.

"Humans. Humani. Make feast," one of the strange looking tribesman stated.

"Go back to where you came from. I said, go back. Back!"

"Oh, don't tell him to put his gun down," Jack said when the guard had his weapon raised.

"He's not my responsibility," the Doctor answered.

"And I am?" He gave a short laugh. "Huh, that makes a change."

The tribesman seemed to look right at Rose and said, "Kind watch you. Kind hungry." Jack took a small step so he was in front of her and Martha saw a look of jealousy flash in the Doctor's eyes.

The tribe began backing away as the guards finished shutting the gate. "Thanks for that," the Doctor said to them.

"Right. Let's get you inside," one of the man answered.

The man they had helped from the tribe ran forward. "My name is Padra Toc Shafe Cane. Tell me. Just tell me, can you take me to Utopia?"

The guard stopped and smiled. "Oh yes, sir. Yes, I can."

Once inside, they were greeted by one of the men in charge who introduced himself as Atillo. As soon as introductions were made the Doctor went tried to figure out a way to get back to the TARDIS. "It looks like a box, a big blue box. I'm sorry, but I really need it back. It's stuck out there."

Padra, the man they had literally ran into outside, started to speak over him with, "I'm sorry, but my family were heading for the silo. Did they get here? My mother is Kistane Shafe Cane. My brother's name is Beltone."

"The computers are down but you can check the paperwork," Atillo said kindly. "Creet! Passenger needs help."

A small boy with messy blonde hair popped up from around the corner. "Right. What do you need?" he said efficiently while holding a clipboard.

As Padra spoke with the boy, Atillo directed his attention back to the Doctor saying, "A blue box, you said?"

"Big, tall, wooden. Says Police," the Doctor confirmed.

"We're driving out for the last water collection. I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you."

"Come on!" Creet directed towards the group.

Martha and Rose shared a surprised look at how mature the boy was acting. The former of the two girls asked, "Sorry, but how old are you?"

"Old enough to work," he responded before directing them forwards. "This way."

As they went on in the corridors Creet and Padra began calling out for Padra's family. The Doctor, Jack, Rose, and Martha weren't paying them much attention though. They were more focused on the people who were packed tightly against the walls. Most dressed in rags and looking half starved. Despite her anger with him, Rose reached forward and grabbed the Doctor's hand, needing to borrow some of his strength at the sight.

"It's like a refugee camp," Martha stated.

"Stinking!" Jack proclaimed causing a big, burly man to look at him in anger. "Oh, sorry. No offence. Not you."

The Doctor turned to smile at them. "Don't you see that? The ripe old smell of humans. You survived. Oh, you might have spent a million years evolving into clouds of gas, and another million as downloads, but you always revert to the same basic shape. The fundamental humans. End of the universe and here you are. Indomitable!" He squeezed Rose's hand. "That's the word. Indomitable! Ha!"

They were all thrilled when a moment later Padra was reunited with both his mother and brother. "It's not all bad news!" Martha said cheerfully.

Rose let go of the Doctor's hand as he began fiddling with a key pad on the side of a closed door. She moved closer to Jack and watched as the family embraced. Suddenly a handsome young man stood up and eyed the man on her left.

Jack stuck out his hand and said, "Captain Jack Harkness. And who are you?"

Rose couldn't control her giggles as the Doctor scolded Jack. "Stop it. Give us a hand with this. It's half deadlocked. I need you to overwrite the code. Let's find out where we are." Together they were able to get the door open. Unfortunately, the Doctor was leaning against said door and almost tumbled into the large silo containing a massive rocket.

Jack pulled the Doctor back just in time. "Gotcha."

"Thanks."

"How did you cope without me?"

"Well, there were a lot less stories about people ending up naked," Rose answered as she and Martha peered around the boys to see inside.

"Now that is what I call a rocket!" the other girl exclaimed.

The Doctor stared at the large vessel in front of him. "They're not refugees, they're passengers."

Rose looked at him in confusion. "But you said this is the end of the universe. Where are they planning on going?"

"He said they were going to Utopia," Martha muttered.

"The perfect place. Hundred trillion years, it's the same old dream. You recognise those engines?" the Doctor asked Jack.

Jack shook his head. "Nope. Whatever it is, it's not rocket science. But it's hot, though."

"Boiling," he confirmed before stepping back and shutting the door. "But if the universe is falling apart, what does Utopia mean?"

Suddenly, a older man who, reminded Rose of her grandfather, ran forward and looked at the Captain. "The Doctor?"

Jack pointed at the Time Lord who said, "That's me."

The older man grabbed the Doctor's hand and began racing away while repeating the word, "good!" over and over again.

The Doctor followed along willingly as he looked back at his companions. "It's good apparently."

Jack flung his arm around Rose's shoulder as he said, "Some things never change. The Doctor is like a magnate for people who need him."

Rose shared a laugh with him but stopped short when a pounding headache began to creep up on her once more. Bum Bum Bum Bum.

The older man led them into a large, hodge podge looking laboratory and they were quickly greeted by a pleasant female looking blue alien with bug like features. "Chan welcome tho," she said to them.

The man walked right past her as he immediately took the Doctor to a piece of equipment. "Now, this is the gravitissimal accelerator. It's past its best but it works. And over here is the footprint impellor system. Now, do you know anything about endtime gravity"

Not wanting to be rude, Rose stuck her hand out to the alien woman and introduced herself, "I'm Rose."

Following her lead, Martha said, "Hello. I'm Martha. Who are you?"

"Chan Chantho tho," she responded.

"But we can't get it to harmonise," the old man said behind them.

Jack put on his most charming smile and turned to Chantho. "Captain Jack Harkness."

"Stop it!" the Doctor commanded immediately.

"Can't I say hello to anyone?" he asked like a petulant child.

Chantho looked at the Captain shyly and said, "Chan I do not protest tho."

"None of us do," Rose whispered conspiratorially to Martha.

"Maybe later, Blue," Jack told her with a wink before directing his attention back to the Doctor and his new friend. "So, what have we got here?"

"Did he just hit on a blue alien?" Martha asked Rose quietly.

"Yep!" the blonde confirmed. "Jack's a bit more footloose and fancy free than most men."

"Seriously?"

"Fifty first century man," Rose told her with a shrug before going to see what the man needed the Doctor for.

She walked over and heard him saying, "Except without a stable footprint, you see, we're unable to achieve escape velocity. If only we could harmonise the five impact patterns and unify them, well, we might yet make it. What do you think, Doctor? Any ideas?"

The Doctor had his glasses on and inspected the equipment around him. "Well, er, basically, sort of, not a clue."

"Nothing?"

"I'm not from around these parts. I've never seen a system like it. Sorry."

"No, no. I'm sorry. It's my fault. There's been so little help."

Feeling bad for the man, Rose stepped forward and placed her hand on his arm. "It seems to me like you've done a fantastic job with what you've been given," she told him genuinely, despite not understanding what he was actually working on. "I'm Rose, by the way."

He patted her hand and said, "Thank you, my dear girl. I'm Professor Yana."

"Oh, my god!" Martha's voice rang through the lab. The all moved to the corner she was in, near Jack's pack, and saw her holding a transparent container containing a hand. "You've got a hand? A hand in a jar. A hand in a jar in your bag."

"But that.. that... that's my hand." The Doctor sat down and examined the jar.

"I said I had a Doctor detector," Jack said defensively.

Chantho looked at the group and asked, "Chan is this a tradition amongst your people tho?"

"Not on my street. What do you mean, that's your hand? You've got both your hands, I can see them," Martha said frantically.

"Long story," the he told her. "I lost my hand Christmas Day, in a sword fight."

Memories of her new new Doctor sword fighting in his jimjams on top the Sycorax ship swirled through Rose's head. "It's true," she told Martha. "I was there."

Martha looked between the two like that had gone mad. "What? And you grew another hand?"

"Er, yeah, yeah, I did. Yeah. Hello." The Doctor held his hand up and waved.

"It's a fighting hand," Rose informed her with a perfectly serious face.

Professor Yana observed the man in front of him. "Might I ask, what species are you?"

"Time Lord, last of. Heard of them?" he asked but both Yana and Chantho remained silent. "Legend or anything? Not even a myth? Blimey, end of the universe is a bit humbling."

"Chan it is said that I am the last of my species too tho," Chantho informed.

"Sorry, what was your name?"

"My assistant and good friend, Chantho," the professor introduced proudly. "A survivor of the Malmooth. This was their planet, Malcassairo, before we took refuge."

The Doctor leaned forward. "The city outside, that was your's?"

She nodded. "Chan the conglomeration died tho."

"Conglomeration! That's what I said."

Rose cleared her throat as Jack told him, "You're supposed to say sorry."

"Oh, yes. Sorry."

"I'm sorry as well," Rose said to her.

"Chan most grateful tho."

Martha was still staring at Jack's Doctor detector. "You grew another hand?"

"Hello, again." The Doctor waved. "It's fine. Look, really, it's me." He stood and shook her hand.

Martha clutched his "new" hand tightly and gave a small giggle. "All this time and you're still full of surprises."

The Doctor gave her an elaborate wink as Chantho said, "Chan you are most unusual tho."

"You've got that right, Chantho!" Rose confirmed.

"So what about those things outside? The Beastie Boys. What are they?" Jack asked, moving the conversation along.

"We call them the Futurekind," Yana answered, "which is a myth in itself, but it's feared they are what we will become, unless we reach Utopia."

The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "And Utopia is...?"

"Oh, every human knows of Utopia," he scoffed. "Where have you been?"

"Bit of a hermit."

Yana looked at Jack and the two women. "A hermit with friends?"

"Hermits United. We meet up every ten years and swap stories about caves. It's good fun, for a hermit. So, um, Utopia?"

Yana beckoned them forward as Rose nudged the Doctor's shoulder. "Hermits United?" She rolled her eyes. "Honestly."

"The call came from across the stars, over and over again. Come to Utopia. Originating from that point," Professor Yana said as he showed them the navigation field.

"Where is that?" the Doctor asked.

"Oh, it's far beyond the Condensate Wilderness, out towards the Wildlands and the Dark Matter reefs, calling us in. The last of the humans scattered across the night."

"What do you think's out there?"

"We can't know. A colony, a city, some sort of haven? The Science Foundation created the Utopia Project thousands of years ago to preserve mankind, to find a way of surviving beyond the collapse of reality itself. Now perhaps they found it. Perhaps not. But it's worth a look, don't you think?"

"Oh, yes." The Doctor grinned proudly.

Rose knew he was still talking but couldn't focus on his words. The pounding in her head was getting louder and louder. Bum Bum Bum Bum. She only opened her eyes when she heard Jack calling her name and the Doctor calling out, "Professor?"

"Hey there. You okay?" Jack whispered.

"Course," Rose told him as she gave a small smile.

The old man blinked a few times before saying, "Right, that's enough talk. There's work to do. Now if you could leave, thank you."

"You all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine. And busy."

"Except that rocket's not going to fly, is it? This footprint mechanism thing, it's not working."

"We'll find a way!" Yana declared.

"You're stuck on this planet," the Doctor told him. "And you haven't told them, have you? That lot out there, they still think they're going to fly."

He sat down with an air of dejection. "Well, it's better to let them live in hope."

"Quite right, too. And I must say, Professor Yana." The Doctor took off his coat and threw it to Jack. "This new science is well beyond me, but all the same, a boost reversal circuit, in any time frame, must be a circuit which reverses the boost. So, I wonder, what would happen if I did this?" He took a cable box out of Yana's hands and and quickly pointed the sonic screwdriver at it. Suddenly the power turned on and an alarm blared.

Chantho looked around in wonder. "Chan it's working tho!"

The Professor stood and asked, "But how did you do that?"

"Oh, we've been chatting away, I forgot to tell you. I'm brilliant!" The Doctor grinned in delight.

Rose was thrilled that the Doctor had been able to help, there had been no doubt in her mind that he would figure something out. But something wasn't sitting right. Something in the deep part of her mind was telling her to run away. Something was calling out to her in fear. It was terrified.

Coming Soon: Utopia Part 2

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