Jack took Gwen down to the autopsy room and laid her on the table. He regarded her for a moment as the voice continued to scream at him not to do it. He removed her clothes and covered with a thin sheet as he grabbed the tools he would need to perform the autopsy. He placed the tray next to the table. He took the sheet off of her and then washed Gwen's body of any grime. Picking up the knife he prepared to make the first incision. His knife touched her skin right as his cell phone rang and he sighed. He considered not answering the phone and just getting back to work. He glanced at the caller Id and saw that it was Mickey calling. Setting down the knife he opened the phone.
"What Mickey?" He snipped.
"Jack I lost the man we are looking for. I need you to check the police reports and let me know where there is chaos happening at this moment." Mickey sounded out of breath as he spoke quickly into the phone.
"I'm busy," He replied simply.
"Then please have Gwen do it." Mickey told him desperately.
"She's out at the moment," Jack stated and then chuckled at his own joke.
"Jack the problem is bigger then we realized. If we don't stop him now, I don't think we are going to get a second chance. I am on my way back to the TARDIS to get the Doctor's opinion, but I need to know where the man is."
"I will get to it within an hour," Jack informed him as he picked up the knife again.
"Now Jack." Mickey snapped.
"Last time I checked Mickey, I was the boss around here, not you." Jack snapped back.
"Please Jack, it is the only hope to save the planet and to save the Doctor. I need you to do this for me." Mickey pleaded trying a different tactic to break through Jack's anger. Jack hung up the phone on Mickey and then looked down at Gwen again. Her chest was bleeding slightly from the small incision mark. Grabbing a piece of gauze, Jack taped it over the incision.
"I will have to finish this later," He told her as he left the room. He turned all of the lights off and locked the door from the outside. He was going to fire Mickey the next time he saw him, for now though he would get his blood information. Seething he sat down at the computer and began to type.
-DW-
Mickey ran to the TARDIS, by the time he reached it, he was out of breath and sweating. His side ached and he was pretty sure his legs had gone numb. He couldn't think about stopping or slowing down now though. The world was in more danger then any of them had originally realized. Not only did they have to stop the man with the skeletal hands they also had to stop an army of men that they couldn't see. He had the only pair of glasses that allowed him to see them and the Doctor didn't have the time or the strength to make more.
Mickey hurried into the medi-bay and was concerned to see the Doctor laying at an odd angle on the bed. The bandaged side of his chest was pressed firmly into the mattress and even though he was passed out, his hearts were beating fast. His breathing was also quick and shallow. Sweat covered the Time Lord's brow and Mickey wondered if he had ever seen him sweat.
"Shit," Mickey swore as he rushed over to the bed and got the Doctor back on to his back. The Doctor cried out in pain as he was moved and his eyes opened a crack to look at Mickey before rolling back in his head again. "No, no, no, don't do that Doctor."
The Doctor didn't respond again as he breathing evened out more. It was still shallower then normal, but it was slower. His hearts returned to a normal pace and his whole body visually relaxed against the mattress. Mickey got a clean cloth and dabbed the Doctor's brow.
"I need you to wake up now, Doctor. Help us." Mickey tried. Whether the Doctor heard him or not was unclear as the monitors didn't change. Mickey didn't think he did though. Awake, help us, were two words that the Doctor didn't usually ignore. Mickey stroked his head softly. "We need you Doctor. Please wake up and help us before it is too late."
The Doctor still didn't respond. Mickey thought for a moment of going to wake Martha up, but he couldn't risk it. Martha was too out of control and he could handle this himself. He wasn't the afraid young man who had cowered behind Rose. No, he was the man who had fought Daleks and cyberman. He had helped Peter rebuild Torchwood in the other universe and helped Jack in the field here. He was married to Martha Jones and together they protected the world. He could stop the man with the skeletal hands even if he had to do it by himself. Mickey sighed. Now he understood why the skeletal man had said he was full of pride. His cell phone rang and he answered it.
"There have been a series of burglaries in the last hour in Downtown Cardiff. Next time do your own bloody research." Jack yelled angrily over the phone.
"What were you doing that was so bloody important?" Mickey asked angrily back and Jack hung up on him.
"Mickey," the Doctor whimpered and Mickey hurried to his side. "Don't let the anger get to you to."
"I won't boss. Now that you are awake though, you need to know that there isn't just one man. There are at least a dozen of them and they follow him around causing the mischief. How can we stop them?" Mickey questioned him.
"Are you sure that there was more then one of them?" The Doctor raised an eyebrow to him. The Doctor had researched the previous planet extensively. There was never any evidence of anyone being alive until he found the strange man. Even then there was only the one man. If Mickey was seeing more, something had changed. Something wasn't right.
Mickey thought about his question. He had questioned if the men were there from the beginning. Was it an illusion that the man was able to play? He looked at the Doctor confused and then shrugged.