The Doctor and Anna sat in awkward silence. It had been at least ten minutes since anyone had said a word and the Doctor had gone past boredom and onto agitated pacing.

'Will you just sit down!' snapped Anna after the Doctor had finished lap ninety-two of the small cell.

'I'm bored!' complained the Doctor. 'Surely they're not just going to keep us here all night? They must have some sort of routine interrogation to do, why don't they just get on with it?' He shouted out to the guard he knew must be in the next room. 'HEY! What's taking so long?'

The guard ignored him.

'We've only been here for 20 minutes,' sad Anna. 'And I don't think you want to find out what their idea of "interrogation" is. Better to wait.'

The Doctor looked at her quizzically. 'Been through it before?'

'No. I just heard the guards laughing about it before you got here. They didn't seem to care that they were letting bits of information slip. Doesn't bode well for my chances of survival.'

The Doctor wasn't sure what to say. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of cue cards (the policemen had let him keep them after they had finished laughing) and started sorting through them for something appropriate.

He had just found one when he heard a muffled cry from outside the door followed by the unmistakable sound of a key in a lock. The door swung open to reveal a dark skinned man with short-cropped hair. He held the key in one hand and a gun in the other.

'Mickey!' said the Doctor before he could stop himself.

Mickey looked at him in confusion. 'Do I know you?'

'We met once but it was a long time ago, you probably don't remember.'

Mickey shook his head. 'Whatever, let's just get going. The Minister is on his way, we don't have much time.'

'Well, you had better take Anna and go then because the Minister is just the person I was hoping to see.'

'No you really don't want to do that,' said Anna, grabbing his hand and dragging him out the door. 'You wanted to know about the Resistance, well now is your chance. Let's go.'

The Doctor reluctantly allowed himself to be dragged out of the cell but pulled his hand free when they reached the Police Desk where a dark-haired woman waited for them. Another guard lay unconscious on the floor.

'Hurry up!' she said

'I just have to get my things,' said the Doctor, moving towards the desk.

'We don't have time,' said the woman but the Doctor ignored her.

He pulled out every drawer of the desk and tipped its contents onto the floor. 'Where is it?' he mumbled.

'Whatever you are looking for, just leave it,' said Anna, once again grabbing his hand and pulling him away.

The Doctor had just enough time to grab his yo-yo off the floor before he was being ushered through the door.

He looked at the empty street. 'Where's the getaway car, then?'

'Around the corner,' said Mickey.

The group rounded the corner and headed towards a black SUV with the word "POLICE" on the side.

'We managed to steal one a few months back,' said Mickey. 'Only way we could drive around at night without being spotted a mile off.'

The sound of a car coming from the other direction cause the group stop and turn. The screeching of brakes indicated that it had stopped outside the police station.

The Doctor moved back towards the corner and peered around it. A silver Rolls Royce was parked outside the police station. The driver got out and opened the back door. The Doctor watched his younger self step out onto the street. He wore a dark blue suit (no pinstripes) and smart black shoes. His once gravity-defying hair was now combed back.

But something wasn't right and it wasn't just these small changes. Whenever the Doctor had met a younger version of himself, he could always feel a sort of echo in the back of his mind. Like he was remembering the events as they were unfolding. But this time there was nothing. No echo, no sense of déjà vu, nothing.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Mickey grabbing his shoulder and dragging him into the back of the car. Mickey got into the front passenger seat and told the driver to go.

The Doctor sat on the seat between Anna and the other woman. 'So, are we going to your little base?' he asked.

'If we make it in one piece,' said the driver. 'It's pretty risky driving at night even if this is a Police vehicle.'

The Doctor leaned forward to look at the driver. He recognized that voice.

'Martha Jones,' he beamed and turned his head towards Mickey. He didn't miss the matching wedding rings the pair were wearing. He turned back to Martha. 'How is married life treating you?'

Martha looked at him suspiciously. 'Fine, thanks. Sorry, but who the hell are you?'

'His name is Rory Pond,' answered Anna. 'He only got pulled up for breaking curfew so I don't see why the Minister would make the effort of coming all the way down here.'

'It's probably because he found my sonic screwdriver,' said the Doctor and the car suddenly screeched to a halt.

The Doctor picked himself off the car floor and looked up to see Mickey and Martha staring at him.

'Doctor?' asked Martha.

'Hello.'

Anything else that he was about to say was cut short by Mickey's fist colliding with his face.

The Doctor cried out in pain and leaned back into his seat.

'What the hell was that for?' demanded Anna.

'No, it's all right,' insisted the Doctor. 'I deserved that one.'

'Damn right you did,' said Mickey before signaling Martha to keep driving.

'But one free shot is all you get.' Once he was sure his nose was not broken, he continued. 'Look, I'm sorry for whatever I have done, and I'm sure you have every right to be angry….' Mickey had turned back towards the front and was glaring at him through the review mirror. 'But I'm going to fix it. I can't remember doing any of this so that must mean that a future me must have interfered. So, that's exactly what I'm going to do. Interfere.'

Mickey and Martha were throwing confused glances at each other. 'What the bloody hell are you going on about?'

'Look, it's quite simple. Past me took over London but was stopped by present me and then repressed all memory of the event so that present me wouldn't cause any paradoxes by using my foreknowledge to change things. Clear?'

'I don't think he knows,' said Martha.

'I think you're right,' said Mickey. 'Don't tell him. I want to see his face when he realises what he's done.' He turned to face the (very confused) Doctor. 'You really screwed up this time, boss.'

oOoOo

The rest of the journey was spent mostly in silence. After what felt like forever, they drove into the staff car park of a London hotel.

'The borders are shut, so the hotels are mostly empty,' explained Martha. 'Ideal place to house a resistance,'

'And the undercover parking is a bonus,' said the other woman whom the Doctor now knew as Jedda.

'I can't believe it,' said Anna, hoping out of the now parked car. 'I'm actually in the Resistance's base of operations. 'Does this mean I can actually do something instead of writing pointless graffiti?'

'It's not pointless,' said Martha as the group headed towards the stairwell. 'You are giving people what they need most: hope. You are letting them know that there are people fighting for their freedom. Believe me, words can be a powerful thing.' She shot a quick smile towards the Doctor.

He smiled back, remembering a time when Martha Jones brought down the Master by walking the Earth, telling stories. His smile faltered. Somehow, he doubted that would work this time. Martha must have noticed because she slowed down to walk beside him as they entered the stairwell.

'That's how he became the Minister of War,' she said. 'He redesigned the Archangel Network so that people would buy in to all his speeches. Eventually he blew up Parliament - Guy Fawkes style - and blamed it on terrorists. He then declared England under Martial law and closed the borders.'

'Yes, I heard about Hadrian's Wall,' said the Doctor.

'As soon as he had England under his control, he turned off the Network so no one could use it against him.'

'What about the other countries? Didn't they try and help?'

'There was a big meeting after Parliament fell. All the leaders of the world attended. We don't know what happened but they all went back to their own countries and we haven't heard anything since. We don't have any wifi or mobile phone signal anymore and none of our landline phone calls are getting through. He even shut down the Sub-wave Network. We're on our own.'

'Not anymore,' said the Doctor.

They exited the stairwell into the main reception area. There were a couple of people sitting on the lounges looking anxious.

'Every now and then we get guests who stay here because they couldn't make it home before curfew,' explained Mickey.

'How do you know they won't give you away?' asked Anna.

'A little memory-wiping drug from Torchwood. It's called Retcon.'

The group passed through Reception and continued down the hall until they reached a set of double-doors. They entered what appeared to be a seminar room used for events and meetings. At the moment, it looked more like a War Room. There was a huge wooden table in the centre of the room. It was littered with files, papers and at least two maps. Big chairs surrounded the table, only one of them occupied. A young man with glasses was sitting at the far end of the table, nose deep in some important looking file.

'Hey, Reg,' called Mickey, 'Go get the boss, would you?'

The man nodded and hurried out of the room.

'I thought you would be the mastermind behind this operation,' said the Doctor.

'I wish,' replied Mickey. 'Nah, trust me, we definitely have the best person for the job.'

'Jedda, why don't you go organise a room for Anna?' said Martha. 'I have a feeling that she will be staying with us a while. Better get one for the Doctor as well.'

'No need. I have my TARDIS.'

'Unless the Valeyard's men find it before daybreak,' argued Martha. 'Two of our members are part of a construction company and have their own truck to get it here but we can't use it until after curfew is lifted.'

The Doctor didn't like the idea of his TARDIS being left all night but Martha was right, getting it now would draw attention to it. Best to leave her where she was for now.

'Fine,' he said, 'but I still don't need a room.'

Jedda nodded and led Anna out of the room, leaving the Doctor alone with his two former companions. He moved around the table, picking up random papers as he went.

'Quite a bit of information you got here. Someone on the inside?'

'A couple of low level employees,' said Mickey. 'No one too high up.'

'And yet you still have rough plans for something called a RCA. Isn't that a record label? Anyway, it looks pretty top secret.'

Any answer that Mickey was about to give was cut off by the Doctor half-diving across the table to reach for another piece of paper. He held it up to Mickey.

'Bad Wolf? That's the name of your resistance group? Really?'

'It seemed appropriate,' said a voice from the door.

The Doctor froze. He would recognise that voice anywhere but it couldn't be here. The owner of that voice was safe and happy in another dimension. He slowly lowered his arm and turned around to look at the person who couldn't possibly be there.

'Hello Doctor,' she said.

He let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding.

'Rose.'