The ward had zero lights in it, and all the beds were lined with gas masked people. The Doctor looked around, pulling me with him every time he turned toward one of the beds. "Why are they still wearing their gas masks? What happened to them?"

"They're not," I muttered, pulling him toward the exit. "If you wanna keep looking, there's more in the next room. A room that actually has lights in it."

He chuckled and started walking toward the exit, "Alright, alright, if the dark scares you that much-"

"One, it does scare me that much mainly because of something you're gonna say at some point in the future, and two, we're gonna meet Doctor Constantine there anyway, so there's no point in wasting time."

I finally dragged him out of the room and let out a huge breath once we stepped into the light. We walked across the hallway into another ward, which was slightly less lit than the hallway, but was definitely brighter than the previous one.

All the beds were lined up with gas masked bodies again. I looked around, biting my lip and clenching my free hand into a fist. The Doctor gently pulled me towards him as I looked at the bodies with wide eyes.

I knew they weren't going to get up for a while, but the fact that they were completely still in the quiet atmosphere of the dim hospital ward almost made it seem like I was gonna be jump-scared any minute.

I took a deep breath and tried to think about other things. I closed my eyes, swallowing. Think of something funny, Liza, something that'll make you almost forget where you are- oh. Perfect. Good. Now you're in a vault.

I could barely register the Doctor's hand tightening around mine as I tried to shut my eyes tighter than I already was. I want some new books, some toys, like a particle accelerator, 3-D printer, and a pony!

I was impolitely dragged out of my semi daydream thingy to not make me scared by thinking about evil Mary Poppins in a vault by a creak from behind me. I jumped and turned around, quickly letting go of the Doctor's hand, but sighed, as it was only Doctor Constantine.

"You'll find them everywhere. In every bed, every ward. Hundreds of them."

I slowly backed away as Doctor Constantine hobbled closer and closer to us. Whatever happens, I couldn't risk getting myself or anybody else getting turned into a gas masked mutant. Especially the Doctor.

"Yes, we saw." The Doctor said, and Doctor Constantine asked, "Who are you?"

"Liza Cole and the Doctor," I muttered as I took a look at Constantine's hand. And the cut on the back of it. I backed away even more, as the Doctor drowned out my voice. "Are you Doctor Constantine?"

"Yes, and you are?"

"Nancy sent us."

"Nancy?" He hobbled toward the table and chairs behind us. "That means you must've asked about the bomb."

"Yes."

"What do you know about it?"

The Doctor turned around and started walking towards Constantine. "Nothing, that's why I asked you about it. Well, except for the fact that it isn't really like a normal bomb. What do you know?"

Constantine turned around and placed his walking stick on the ground with a thump. "Only what it's done."

The Doctor gestured to all the beds. "These people, they were all caught up in the blast?"

I shook my head and Constantine said, "None of them were." He then started coughing, and wobbled a little bit as he tried to sit down. The Doctor was about to go and help him but I caught his sleeve in time and shook my head slightly at him while Constantine sat down. The Doctor raised an eyebrow at me, but turned back to Constantine. "You're very sick."

"Dying. I just haven't been able to find the time."

I smiled a little at that, and felt the Doctor take my hand and give it a small squeeze as Constantine added, "Are you a Doctor?"

As the Doctor was answering him, my brain decided to flash a quote in my head at the worst possible time. I am THE Doctor. The original, you might say.

I turned back to Constantine, shaking that thought out of my head. "Have you examined any of them yet?"

"No."

"Don't touch the flesh."

"Which one?"

"Any of them, Doc," I murmured, and he nodded, frowning. He walked toward the nearest patient and soniced them.

"Conclusions?" Constantine asked.

"Massive head trauma, mostly to the left side. Partial collapse of the chest cavity, mostly to the right. There's some scarring on the back of the hand and the gas mask seems to be fused to the flesh, but I can't see any burns."

"Examine another one."

The Doctor frowned and looked at me, and I nodded. He walked to another patient and soniced them. He looked at the readings and frowned. "This isn't possible."

I shook my head. "Nope. And I haven't checked, but I know for a fact that every other patient in this room-" I gestured toward the place, tilted my chin, and shook my head. "Actually, everyone in the entire hospital has the same injuries. Right down to the scarring on the back of the hand. Perfectly identical."

I turned to Constantine, who nodded. "Yes."

The Doctor walked back to me and frowned at both me and Constantine. "How did this happen? How did it start?"

"When the bomb dropped, there was only one victim." I breathed in sharply, pursing my lips together. We had to get this over with as soon as possible. Jamie was still out there.

"Dead?" The Doctor asked.

I shook my head. "He was, at first, but then again, he wasn't."

Constantine frowned at me, and turned to the Doctor. "Your friend is right. At first, his injuries were truly dreadful. By the following morning, every doctor and nurse who had treated him, who had touched him, had those exact same injuries. By the morning after that, every patient in the same ward, the exact same injuries. Within a week, the entire hospital."

Almost time. I backed away from where Constantine was, closer to the Doctor, who was completely focused on what Constantine was saying (which was a massive feat, Constantine deserved an award). "Physical injuries as plague. Can you explain that? What would you say was the cause of death?"

"The head trauma." The Doctor said, and at the same time, I said, "None. They're all alive."

Constantine looked at me for a moment, frowning. "You seem to know a lot more than you let on, young lady."

I shrugged. "Well, that doesn't matter right now. What does matter is the fact that they're still alive."

Constantine frowned and tapped his walking stick on a bin. At that moment, every one of the patients sat up. I jumped, despite knowing the fact that that was exactly what was gonna happen, but was somewhat okay a moment later. Emphasis on the somewhat. I knew what they were gonna do later, and despite knowing the outcomes of that event, the idea of a bunch of half undead patients walking toward me while asking for their mummies did not appeal to me in the slightest.

The Doctor, however, jumped and freaked out, grabbing my hand tightly and pulling me closer to him as he looked around at the bodies, who were all sitting still in unison. "It's alright, they're harmless. They just sort of sit there." Really? Debatable. "No heartbeat, no life signs of any kind. They just don't die."

"And they've just been left there? Nobody's doing anything?"

"Doc, they have no idea what the hell is going on, and nobody can touch the patients without becoming like them. What can they do?"

"I try and make them comfortable." Constantine nodded. "Like she said, what else is there to do?"

"Just you? You're the only one here?"

"Before this war, I was a father and a grandfather. Now I'm neither, but I'm still a Doctor."

"Yeah, I know the feeling." As the Doctor said that, I felt a slight pang of pain in my heart. He never showed it, but he was thinking about the Time War all the time. And what he did. Or, well, what he thought he did. I squeezed his hand gently, hoping that it was comforting. It seemed to work, because he squeezed back, relaxing a bit.

"I suspect the plan is to blow up the hospital and blame it on a German bomb." Well, he was somewhat correct, because the oblivious orchestrator of this whole mess had originally planned to blow up something and blame it on a German bomb, and the thing that was supposed to be blown up was a hospital-lite thing anyway.

"Probably too late." The Doctor said, and Constantine replied, "I know. There are isolated cases."

He started coughing. "Isolated cases breaking out all over London." He doubled over in pain, and I closed my eyes, bracing myself for what was about to happen. The Doctor moved toward Constantine, but I stopped him as Constantine himself told him to stay back.

"Listen to me. Top floor. Room 802." He grimaced, and I bit my lip, closing my eyes tightly. "That's where they took the first victim from the crash site. And you must find Nancy."

"Nancy?"

I decided to speak up and reduce the strain on poor Constantine, who was already in pain as he tried to resist the nanogenes from taking over. "That kid we saw, the first victim, he was close to her. The person she lost." I didn't want to lie to him completely, so I decided to tell him the partial truth. "She's basically the key to solving this whole pickle, or mess, or whatever we landed ourselves into."

"She knows more than she's saying, but she won't tell me. She-" He grimaced, opening his mouth wide and closing it again, whimpering. I took in a shaky breath, closing my eyes. The Doctor squeezed my hand, pulling me into him gently.

"Mummy," Constantine whimpered, and I screwed my eyelids shut. So, we are fighting an unknown homicidal force that has taken the form of your commanding officer- "Are you my mummy?"

Well, turns out thinking about the Twelfth Doctor and trying to drown out what was actually going on didn't work. I opened my eyes again- a small peek, and then found myself unable to look away from the grotesque sight in front of me.

Constantine's mouth was being forced open as a gas mask started protruding from it, slowly covering the entire thing and taking over his face. His eyes started becoming bigger and more transparent, slowly becoming rubber. Moments later, he became exactly like all the patients in the ward.

The Doctor and I stayed in silence for a moment, before he tugged onto my hand. I looked up at him, my breaths shaky, as I was processing what had just happened. "Are you alright?"

I looked down for a moment and took a deep breath, looking back at him. "I don't know," My voice was barely a whisper as I kept taking fast breaths. "I've been better, but I've also been worse."

He took my other hand and turned me around such that I was facing him, and squeezed both my hands. "It's alright to be scared. You know, fear is,"

"A superpower," I said along with him, and he grinned. "I dunno why, but I had a feeling you'd know that."

"Well, I know that because you wind up saying it at some point." I let out a small laugh. At that moment, The Doctor and I turned towards the door as we could hear Jack's voice echoing through the halls. "Hello?"

"Hello?" Rose called out. The Doctor turned to me. "IS she with this Time Agent bloke you were talking about?"

"Yeah, warning, he's gonna call you something stupid."

"I dread to think." He muttered as he opened the door and we were face to face with Jack and Rose.

Jack walked toward the Doctor and shook his hand. "Good evening. Hope we're not interrupting." He turned to me and held out his hand. "Captain Jack Harkness." I held out mine as well, assuming he was gonna shake it, but I should've known better. He took my hand and kissed it. "I've been hearing about you both all the way here." He turned to Rose, "Although, you didn't mention your friend's-"

I pulled my hand away and wiped it on my shirt. "Don't even think about it, Harkness."

He put a hand to his chest in mock hurt. "Ah, you've broken my heart, Liza Cole,"

The Doctor, who was frowning at Jack till then immediately perked up. "How do you know her name?"

"I had to tell him. He figured it out." Rose said, "That we were, erm, Time Agents."

The Doctor subtly nodded at that as Jack started to walk towards the ward. "It's a real pleasure to meet you, Mister Spock and Liza Cole."

After he walked out of earshot, the Doctor leaned towards Rose. "Mister Spock? You gave him her proper name," He gestured to me.

"What was I supposed to say? You don't have a name!"

"Yeah he does!" They both turned to me, Rose looking interested and the Doctor looking mildly startled. "John Smith!"

The Doctor heaved a sigh of relief, and I scowled at him, "You don't need to panic, the answer to your favourite question in the whole world is only known to you."

"Wait, seriously, that's his name?" Rose stared at the two of us. "Why don't you use it? Don't you get tired of Doctor? Doctor who?"

"His favourite question in the universe, remember?" She nodded at that, "So I can call him John, then?"

I shook my head, "Oh, no, that'll take all the mystery out of him and we don't want that happening, do we?"

The Doctor scowled at me and messed up my hair in retaliation. I glared at him as he turned to Rose, "Anyway, where've you been? Liza's been telling me about you taking a barrage balloon ride., not an ideal way to travel in the middle of the London Blitz, especially with the Union Jack plastered across your chest"

"Well, what can I say? Only way to properly see an air raid." She sighed and walked forward, leaving the Doctor slightly dumbfounded.

She turned back again, "Listen, what's a Chula warship?"

"A warship that belongs to the Chula?" I shrugged, and the Doctor scowled at me. "Oh yeah, brilliant, wouldn't have guessed that on my first go."

"Really? That's how stupid you are?" Rose asked, a huge grin on her face. I grinned at her, walking towards her and giving her a high five.

We walked into the room, leaving the Doctor muttering something about his companions always ganging up on him every time.

A/N: Okay, I know I said I'd cover the whole episode, but (yes, I'm making excuses again) things have been pretty hectic even though my exams got cancelled :(. My teacher needs all my assignments and now they're asking for more, and I've been spending all week doing them. It also doesn't help that a single google search got me into an internet searching void where I saw an entire documentary about the Plantagenets while I was supposed to be writing- oops...

I loved writing this chapter (mainly because I could finally start showing a bit of romantic chemistry between the two of them), and I'm also really excited, since we have Jack here- him and Liza are gonna have a really good relationship, and rewatching Torchwood has made me fall in love with the character again.

Okay, it's really late, and all I can say is after all this time, everything we saw, everything we lost, I have only one thing to say to you guys. Bye! (pls tell me you got the reference I don't wanna sound like an idiot lol)

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NeoMulder: Oh wow good luck with all the work you have to do :)

Also, I do too, because I've written her as a person who isn't usually bothered by people talking about stuff like that, especially if it would get her head out of the situation she's in. And I love that he does that too! Now that they've known each other for a while, I'm excited to develop their relationship further and have them start catching feelings for each other soon!