The Doctor paced around the empty TARDIS waiting for everyone else to wake up. Why did humans have to waste all their time sleeping when there were much more important things that needed to be done?

Rose had gone to sleep after they had gotten back from the beach a couple of hours ago. She may have superior Time Lord biology now but she had had an exhausting couple of days. And she still had one left ahead of her. One more day and then she would be free from the hell she must have endured over the past year or so. The Doctor still wasn't quite sure exactly how long it had been for her but it ended today. He swore it.

He had already contacted UNIT in New York and had gotten them to record a message confirming to the public that back up was on its way, he just had to wait to send it. There was no use broadcasting at five in the morning when no one would be awake to see it. He also didn't want the Valeyard running too early. The Resistance needed to be ready for him.

Eventually everybody woke up and got themselves ready for the tasks ahead of them. After a quick show of hands of who was coming back London to help (which was everybody, including little old Gladys), the TARDIS left Anna's house in Dorset and materialised in the same back-alley it had been in a day previously.

'We need someone to stay in the TARDIS in case UNIT tries to contact us again,' said the Doctor once they had landed.

Rose and Mickey looked at Martha expectantly.

'Oh no way,' she said. 'I'm not sitting out on this one.'

'Babe…' began Mickey but Martha cut him off.

'I can still fight, Mickey. I know you're just worried about the baby and me but you know I can hold my own. I'm coming with you.'

'There's no stopping you, is there?'

'Definitely not.'

'Didn't think so.'

Martha smiled at her victory and turned to face Kate. 'How many of us do you think we will need to get the drop on the Valeyard?'

'Lee and Harold will come with us.' Kate indicated to two men standing near the TARDIS door. 'Seven of us should be enough. I doubt the Valeyard would bring a big entourage into the Black Archive.'

'We still need someone to stay in the TARDIS,' reminded the Doctor.

'Reg can do that,' said Rose, pointing to a young man with glasses.

'But I want to help too,' said the man; pushing up from the railing he was leaning on.

'This is helping,' said the Doctor. 'And I promised to keep you safe. The sergeant - Nick - he was your brother, wasn't he?' Reg nodded. 'He was a brave man. He saved my life and probably Rose's and all he asked in return was for you to be safe. So, stay here. Stay safe. For him.'

After a moment, Reg nodded and leaned back against the railing.

'Good man,' said the Doctor. 'Now, Anna!'

'You don't want me to stay here too do you?' she asked.

'No,' he replied and Anna let out a sigh of relief. 'I need you to do what you do best.' He walked over to a bag lying on the floor and pulled out a couple of spray cans and tossed them to her. 'Start writing on walls. Any wall – every wall. Let the people know the Resistance is out there. Give them some more hope to cling to.'

Anna smiled. 'I can do that,' she said and headed to the door. She paused to wish everybody luck and then shut the door behind her.

Kate turned to address the rest of the Resistance. 'You all know your jobs,' she said. 'Try and control the violence. We are trying to avoid bloodshed but we need the Valeyard to think he's beaten. Jedda, you take your team to the Palace, that's going to be the biggest target. Michael, your team needs to head to the Valeyard's military base. Once the message is sent, they will be on the lookout for any planes. New York's plane won't stay undetected for long. You need to make sure it doesn't get shot down.'

Everybody nodded their understanding and left the TARDIS.

The Doctor stood in front of the scanner and brought up UNIT's message. 'Reggie,' he called and the young man came to stand beside him.

'Give us half an hour and then press this button to send the message,' said the Doctor.

'No problem,' said Reggie, checking the time on his watch.

The Doctor turned to the remaining six people. 'It's time we were leaving,' he said.

'Let's do it,' said Rose and the group strode out of the TARDIS.

oOoOo

One hour and one stolen car later, the Doctor and his Resistance group were walking down the corridor that would lead them to the Black Archive. They had encountered a few guards so far but they had gotten past them relatively easy with very little injury. Harold had a split lip but that was about it. The guards were a little worse for wear. Most of them would regain consciousness quite quickly but they had been given a good dose of Retcon each so that they wouldn't tip off the Valeyard.

At last they reached the Black Archive and Kate waved her hand in front of a small blue rectangle to the side of the door. There was a beeping noise and part of the wall below it opened up to reveal a touch screen. The screen was asking for Security Code 1. Kate typed in the number 1963 and, with another beep, the screen flashed green and a question popped up onto the screen.

'Just out of curiosity,' said the Doctor, 'what happens if we get a question wrong?'

'Then the whole building goes up,' said Kate matter-of-factly.

'I figured as much. At least it's not the whole city I suppose.'

I think you are going to have tackle this one,' said Kate, stepping aside so the Doctor could see the screen better. 'I think this must have been Malcolm's question.'

'What is FTL Factor of the quantum tunnel needed to travel faster than the speed of light?' read the Doctor. 'How did Malcolm know the answer to that one? Doesn't matter. It's 36.7 recurring.'

The Doctor punched in the answer and the screen once again lit up green and asked another question.

'What year was UNIT established? Damn. I can never remember. Kate?'

Kate pushed the Doctor aside and entered a year (which the Doctor missed seeing, much to his annoyance) and the screen lit up green again.

A couple of questions later, the Doctor sighed in annoyance. He was getting impatient.

'How long is this going to take?' he asked.

The Black Archive is on lockdown,' said Kate. 'These passwords are supposed to make it difficult for anyone to get in.'

'I still don't see why we can't just grab the Valeyard here,' said Mickey. 'It's not like he's gonna be going anywhere quickly.'

'The corridor's no good for an ambush,' said Martha. 'Nowhere to hide and the Valeayrd's guards would have a pretty good defence position.'

'Plus, we will need the holding cells inside to keep him contained until I can get the Judoon here,' added the Doctor.

'We might not have that much time to catch him, anyway,' said Kate. 'The Valeyard has had access to UNIT's labs since he got here. We have a number of lock picking devices. One of which can crack a hundred passwords in just under a minute.'

'What, even these ones?' asked Rose. 'I thought this was supposed to have the highest security on the planet.'

'He would still have to answer the last question,' explained Kate as she typed in the password, Buffalo.

Two more passwords later, the screen turned dark blue and brought up another question.

'This is the last one,' said Kate, stepping away from the screen so everybody could read the question.

What does T.A.R.D.I.S stand for?

'But that's easy,' said Rose. 'Time and Relative Dimension In Space.'

'No, it's Dimensions,' said Kate. 'Plural.'

'Which is it, Doctor?' asked Rose.

'It could be both,' said the Doctor, staring thoughtfully at the screen.

'But it can't have two answers,' said Rose.

'She's right,' said Kate. 'Osgood was too clever for that.'

'The right Doctor,' whispered the Doctor.

'Sorry?'

'Osgood. She told you that only the right Doctor would know the answer. And you're right, she was clever.'

'So what's the answer?' asked Mickey.

The Doctor stared at the screen for a moment before breaking out into a grin. He reached to the touchscreen and typed in the words Totally and Radically Driving In Space.

For two agonizing seconds, nothing happened. Then the silence was broken by a beeping noise and the door to the Black Archive slid open.