After finishing this chapter, I realised it was rather long. So, to compensate, this game will be in two-part format, hence being labelled 'part one' and 'part two'

Still don't own Dr Who. I wish. Maybe in a parallel universe?

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Rose felt her bō vanish from her hand. Looking at her now empty hand, she realised that her weapon had gone completely, not able to exist outside the boundaries of it's game. The Doctor, too, held empty air, his katana suffering the same fate.

"Well, that was probable and ever so slightly unfair," the Doctor grinned at Rose. "But oh well! That's the way the Toymaker likes to play. Come on."

Digging his hands deep into his pockets, the Doctor strode off into the next game, Rose rolling her eyes once before following him. They appeared to be in amidst rough stone walls. Rose didn't like where this was going – it had to be a…

"Maze," said the Doctor, one hand on the wall. "A maze! Brilliant!" He glanced down, then waved his computer in Rose's direction. "Hey, what do you know? Give the man a medal!"

Round five: The Labyrinth. Get through the maze to the door. No time limit.

"That's…short." Rose said after she had finished reading.

"Yes, it is. That's a bit strange, and a little worrying. No, it's very strange and a lot worrying, actually. All the other games have been more descriptive...best we be on our guard."

Looking to an outsider like he was not on his guard whatsoever, the Doctor continued to stroll along the outermost reaches of the maze, taking a turn when he felt like it, and muttering to himself occasionally upon reaching a dead end. Rose followed him unquestioningly, her mind on looking for traps or anything sinister at could be lurking, waiting to hinder or hurt them. The apparent simple nature of this challenge unnerved her.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the Doctor had stopped and almost walked into him. He was looking up at the walls on either side of them, a thoughtful look on his face. He looked at his screen, but it was blank – no help of any kind. There had to be a marker, something to let them know where they were headed. Maybe there wasn't…no, there – an impossibly tall white spire, reaching far into the sky so it could be seen from any part of the labyrinth. That had to be the point to reach.

He nudged Rose, who was leaning against a wall lost in thought, and pointed it out to her. She nodded, eyes flicking up and down the part of the impressive structure that they could see.

"That's gotta be it." The Doctor said simply to her.

"What tipped you off? The white or the sheer feeling of 'look-how-powerful-I-am-and-what-I-can-create' that radiates from it?" Rose answered cheekily back. The Doctor looked at her, a little like a teacher with a disruptive child – a softly disapproving and stern look, for which he got a hit on the arm. "Now who looks like Mum?"

The Doctor opened his mouth to give a witty reply, but couldn't think of one. Instead, he simply settled for "Oh, that was low."

"For you or for mum, I wonder?"

Two-nil to Rose. The Doctor kept walking, Rose close behind. They didn't seem to be getting anywhere – the spire looked as far off as ever, and Rose was sure they had been going in circles. She was hardly watching where she was going, and felt the blood rush to her face when she tripped over a crack in the rock. She got back up, expecting to see the Doctor laughing at her, but she faced only stone.

"Doctor?" she called. What the hell had happened?

"Rose? Where are you?" came the confused reply.

"Right where I was! I tripped, and now I'm facing a wall."

"Ah. Now there is a wall behind me where there wasn't one before." He paused. "Lesson one about this labyrinth – the walls can change. Didn't expect that, but should of. Damn."

"So I guess I'll meet you at the spire?" Her heart was heavy. The last time they had been separated, it hadn't been nice – an experience she had no intent of going through again. Still, at least there was no darkness or stalking figures here. At least, not as far as could be told.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Take care of yourself, yeah?"

"And you." Rose knew he was smiling as he said it.

She leant against the wall, looking at the new opening beside her. The Doctor's footsteps and improvised hum were fading and so she began her journey. The walls all looked the bloody same! She was trying to get to the middle, so she had to go toward the spire. Easier said than done.

She carried on, her footsteps echoing slightly. The maze was empty, just Rose and her thoughts. And, somewhere, the Doctor and his thoughts. She sighed, leaning on a wall and contemplating what path she should take out of the three that stretched before her. She decided to go for the centre path, wandering along it. Hang on; was there a clock somewhere? She could hear ticking.

Turning a corner, Rose stopped dead. No way – these things had been destroyed, hadn't they? She had no intention of being used for 'spare parts' for any bloody star ship, not then, not now, not ever. So maybe the centre path wasn't the best, then. As it hadn't seen her, Rose ran quickly back round the corner, determined to put as much distance between her and the clockwork nightmare.

She bolted along the left hand path, until all she could hear was the sound of her own rapid heartbeat. No ticking. She was sure the Doctor had dealt with those when he had gone through the mirror, right? So why the hell was that clockwork robot, still in French getup, in this maze and very much alive?

Slowly her breathing slowed and she continued along the path before her. So this maze wasn't as simple and safe as she had first thought, then. She hoped that the Doctor hadn't got into any kind of trouble, and then stopped herself, because a) trouble was his middle name, and b) he'd get himself out of it anyway.

She continued walking, alert for any sounds – ticking or otherwise – and felt her fear beginning to abate. One clockwork robot, fine. Then, just as she was feeling calm again, there was a sound that made her blood run cold. Coming this way, coming fast – and the walls had changed so Rose was now trapped within a dead end. The words came again.

"Are you my mummy?"

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The Doctor ran around another corner, his hearts pounding. The werewolf howled behind him, coming ever closer. As he ran, the Doctor tired to work it out. The werewolf was dead, for one thing. And on top of that – it was day! This should be impossible, or at least improbable. The Doctor had no idea how to fight the wolf – he had no weapons, and would be dead easily in a straight out fight. He could only run, but the wolf could smell him, know where he was and follow the trail.

And didn't that just help so much? Just when he was thinking it couldn't possibly get any worse! He had to think that, didn't he? Still, as he skidded to halt before the auton, maybe it could work. Trapped between the two creatures, maybe he could use the auton's weapon against the wolf…? It was better than nothing, and the auton was about to fire. The wolf had stopped running, and was slowly prowling up to his prey. All the Doctor had to do was duck at the right time.

He dropped as the auton fired. The wolf, hit, howled and then – shattered? The Doctor bent to investigate. There was nothing there. Nothing at all. No fur, no blood, just an empty space. Which meant…what?

Theory beginning to form, the Doctor turned back to the auton, dodged as it fired again and then, quite purposefully, pressed his hand into it's chest. His hand hit solid living plastic for a moment, and then it gave way, the Doctor's hand sinking in. It felt like dough. A moment later, the auton shattered, just like the wolf had. The Doctor was left standing with his hand in air, all traces (except for a scorch mark on the wall) of the auton gone.

The Doctor's mind whirled. These creations were familiar to him, so they must have been pulled out of his memory. But they were illusion, and had no substance. Pressure applied meant the form couldn't be sustained like a real thing, and so the illusions gave way. Somewhere, Rose was presumably being tormented by creatures from their past adventures. But why worry? Rose was smart enough to work it out.

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She had watched them be cured. She had watched! She remembered it – the night she met Jack, and the Doctor – her first Doctor – had said, "Everybody lives, Rose, just this once…"

Yet a little more than a metre away was the original empty child, asking for his mother. Rose's mind was trying to make sense of it all as he came closer, but was getting nowhere. In desperation she put her hand out to stop him, her hand meeting the rubber edge of the gas mask. It felt just like rubber, and then gave way, into something much softer. Rose could only stand amazed as the boy shattered before her, leaving noting to signify his existence.

Rose stood for a moment, hand still outstretched. Her hand had gone into it. And now, it was gone. Okay, that made sense. Think Rose. This means that they aren't real. And the clockwork robot, the empty child? They were defeated foes from past adventures. They lasted only as memories now. Memories…

Was that it? Had she worked it out? Were they from her memories and so, illusions in this maze? That had to be it.

Rose raised herself from the wall and started walking. The rough walls soon gave way to hedging and she found the paths were slightly wider. She came upon a courtyard, wide and refreshingly spacious after the walled walkways. In the centre there was a hole, covered by a thin wire grating. She paused and picked a path that would take her towards the spire (which looked closer). As she began to leave, she hesitated, thinking she heard movement. She shrugged, and began walking again.

"Hey, someone there?"

She froze. Where had that voice come from? Her eyes alighted on the metal grating. Surely not…?

"Hey? Nah, just me being stupid."

Rose's heart leapt into her mouth. It had come from the grating, and more importantly, it sounded like…

"Jack?"

"Rose?! Aw, hell, no way! That you?"

Rose peered cautiously into the grating. Sure enough, a familiar face grinned back at her. She smiled despite her niggling feeling that he was another illusion. "You're not real. You can't be."

Jack's eyes narrowed quizzically. "What are you talking about? I'm as real as you!"

"Jack, I've just seen a gas masked kid and a clockwork robot, both of which I know are gone. How do I know you're not another illusion?"

Jack thought for a moment before answering. "Ask me anything."

"Um, okay…" Rose was slightly thrown by his answer. Could he really be real? "What was 'our song'?" That was something only the real Jack would know, she was sure.

"Glen Miller's Moonlight Serenade." Said without hesitation, and with a flash of a flirtatious smile that Rose remembered.

"Okay," Rose grinned, "What about my t-shirt?"

"That ever so attractive Union Me."

Rose was looking frantically for something to help get him out. There was only one way left to determine his reality, but she couldn't do it from here. The courtyard was bare. She told Jack this, and he grinned and said he only needed her to pull him up so he could reach the edge of the hole. She undid the grating clasp and pulled it off, reaching one hand in to Jack. He grabbed it and jumped as she pulled back. His free hand caught the edge of the hole and after a moment, he was standing before her, just as she remembered.

She put her hand out on his chest, ignoring Jack's interested yet confused look. Her hand didn't sink into him. "Oh my god, it is you!" She pulled him into a tight hug. Here was one she never thought she'd see again. "How are you?"

"A little confused, to say the least…" he responded, so Rose briefly outlined what was going on, with the labyrinth, the illusions, the Toymaker and the current situation with the TARDIS. He was, for once, completely silent as she spoke. Rose had one more question to ask.

"How did you escape the Daleks?"

"I don't know," said Jack sincerely. "One minute I was facing three Daleks, out of ammo, then I was opening my eyes, awake - alive, piles of dust on the floor. I've got no better answer than that, sorry."

Rose just hugged him again. There was no need to tell him about the Bad Wolf right now. Right now they had to get to the centre of this maze, to the spire, and find the Doctor. Rose felt so happy that Jack was here again. As they walked, Rose explained about the Doctor's regeneration, and their adventures thus far. She tried to answer Jack's questions as best she could. According to Jack, he'd been on Earth when he was taken. Woke up in the labyrinth, got stuck in an oubliette, and waited until Rose had conveniently appeared.

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I don't know much about what happened to Jack after Parting of the Ways. I haven't seen Torchwood, so I've been vague about how Jack got here. Just bear with me, okay? It's not gonna be mentioned again.