Okay, part two, as promised. I wouldn't be so mean as to put up one alone!

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They were slowly, but surely, Rose was sure, making their way towards the massive spire. As they did so, Rose saw a figure emerge into a pathway as they passed it. She kept walking, aware that the figure was following her. The figure called out, and Jack stopped Rose with a hand on her arm.

"Isn't that Mickey?"

"No, it's not. Just a memory."

"I was real, wasn't I?"

Rose had to admit to herself that Jack had a point. She turned to the familiar figure, who had stopped when they had. "You're not real, Mickey. You're just a figure from my imagination – my memories – that the Toymaker's brought to life."

"I missed you," said Mickey. Rose didn't know why he had quite said that, but could see he was hurt. She was sure, though, that he wasn't real. If he had been real, he wouldn't have hung back like he did. He would have run up, throw his arms around her and demanded an explanation.

"Mickey…"

He cut her off. "You could have been dead. You all think you're so clever, don't you? Why, 'cause you're better than us? You just forgot me! You ruined my life!"

Rose was surprised and hurt by what he was saying. Her voice had frozen in her throat, her mind was telling her it wasn't real. She had to believe it was a trick. "What are you taking about?"

"I'm just thinking about you, babe! That's the thing, isn't it? You can rely on me. I don't go changing my face. Guess I'm just stupid. I'm the tin dog - I'm not an idiot!"

Rose mind clicked. Amidst the guilt and torment in her head, she realised this Mickey was saying things he had said before. The thing about changing his face had been the night with the Sycorax. This proved he really was a memory.

"You really love him, don't you? It's just you and him, isn't it? It's never going to be me, is it? I'm just a spare part."

Rose couldn't take much more. She had felt hollow for days after leaving Mickey on the parallel Earth, and guilt had been a close friend when she thought about what she had put him through. She was never going to see him again – she didn't need this. Leaving Jack where he was, she walked back to Mickey and put her arms around him, tightening her grip until he shattered into nothing. She felt Jack's hand in hers, and he led her away from where Mickey's illusion had been.

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The Doctor had almost shouted in surprise when he had wandered into a courtyard and seen her. Sure, monsters were one thing, but her? She might be able to be classified as a monster, provided Rose wasn't here, but could she be real? At the moment, he couldn't even get a word in.

"What's happened to Rose? Is she dead?" Jackie crossed her arms and scowled at him. "Well, I reckon you're mad. You're always doing this. It's not safe! She's not safe! She's lucky to be alive!"

She paused, a hand over her mouth. The Doctor quickly took the opportunity that presented itself. "Jackie –"

Not quick enough, then, as Jackie cut him off. "I've seen this life of your, Doctor. And maybe you think it's all clever and smart, but you tell me. Just answer me this - is my daughter safe? Is she safe? Will she always be safe?"

The Doctor wanted to leave, but she was blocking the only exit without him doubling back on himself. And he knew that Rose would never really be safe. He knew that, Rose knew but still came anyway, and he also knew Jackie knew it but wouldn't say. Her words brought back memories of Downing Street and Slitheen; she had said something similar to him then. He hadn't been able to give her an answer then, and –

Jackie hadn't said something similar back then at all. She had said exactly the same thing. These words were from an exact memory. There was no doubt now – she was a memory, and obstacle set in motion by the Toymaker. So the Doctor walked up to her, Jackie still glaring at him, and put his hands on her shoulders. A moment of resistance, and she shattered into air.

He wiped his hands, even though there was noting on them, and walked down the now accessible path. People from memories were harder to deal with than creatures, no doubt about that. As he walked through another corridor, caught up in his thoughts and so ignoring the CyberController Lumic who called out to him about the upgrade of mankind, the Doctor wondered what else the Toymaker was going to throw at him. At them, really – Rose was still wandering the maze, too.

Left, right, right, left…dead end. Take the other path, take the next one that was in the spire's direction (now so close he could see it was decoratively carved). On and on the maze went, on and on…

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"What are they?" Jack asked, as he crouched with Rose behind a corner.

"Sycorax. Real bastards."

"Ah. Memory?"

Rose laughed softly. "Try Christmas Eve with the Doctor unconscious."

The Sycorax was imposing even in memory form, and Jack had wanted to be the one to make it vanish. So after Rose finished speaking, Jack ran around the corner at full speed and shoulder-charged the creature, yelling a warcry as it shattered before them.

Rose laughed at him and his victory. Once you could sort out what was real and not, then this maze was simple. Although, Rose didn't trust the Toymaker to throw in a real version of a memory to catch them off guard, so she was being careful.

"So, Christmas Eve with the Doctor unconscious? Sounds like a good yarn. Regeneration was the reason for his catatonic state, I take it?" said Jack as she caught up to him.

Rose grinned at the memory, even though the event had been somewhat terrifying. "Yeah, it was. It did come in handy – literally – cause he got his hand cut off and could grow it back."

Jack snorted. "Impressive."

Rose glanced up to the spire. She was close enough to be able to see that the lower part was beautifully carved. They had to be almost there.

There was a noise ahead. Rose watched as an imposing shadow grew on the wall, and recognised it instantly. "Oh, no way…old friend of ours, Jack…"

Jack, for some reason, was grinning. "It is too."

The Dalek immediately started to whine "Exterminate!" as soon as it saw them, but Jack was confident – after all, he stated to Rose, it was only a memory, disposed of by a simple punch. Then he ducked as a bolt from the disintegrator beam flew over his head and harmlessly into the wall, not so much as a scorch left.

Rose grabbed him, pulling him back down the path. "No damage to the wall means I doubt it'll kill us, but I don't think I wanna be hit anyway!"

She was laughing as she ran for some reason she couldn't quite work out. They came to a cross roads they had already passed and ran down a side path, hiding around the corner as the trundling sound of the Dalek followed. Jack appeared to be grinning too, ready to kick should the Dalek come down their chosen path. There was another, slightly indecisive cry of "Exterminate!" and it went straight across, bypassing the two hiding figures and going down an already trodden path, back into the labyrinth.

They waited in silence for a second, then emerged, both grinning and ran down the path opposite to the one the Dalek had disappeared down. A few more corners and one dead end later, Rose gratefully kissed the familiar white door, Jack demanding one two. Instead, he got an unimpressed look and a dismissive shake of her head, but she was grinning all the time.

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The Doctor had his hands in his pockets, and was watching the spire with interest. He couldn't be very far, but the opening he was looking for seemed to purposefully evade its seeker. He just couldn't seem to find the path that would take him there. He came to another intersection and picked the path he didn't think he'd been down yet, in a direction that would possibly come out at the spire later on.

He saw a flash of gold just before coming into contact with the person wearing it. It was a memory he had had half a mind to watch out for, not because of fear, but because it was the sort of thing the Toymaker would bring up.

"Reinette," he said softly to her. She stood before him, looking exactly like she had when he had last seen her, even wearing the same dress. She brought back the grief he had felt at loosing her, made all the more worse by the face that he knew she wasn't real. He looked at her, unsure of what to say.

"You are to be congratulated on your persistence. So here you are. My lonely angel. Stuck on the slow path, with me." She was smiling at him, that soft smile he remembered. The Doctor didn't want to destroy her, but he had to. She was here as an obstacle of the mind, and he had to get to Rose. Rose.

"Do you ever get used to this? Oh, Doctor. So lonely. So very, very, alone. How can you bear it?"

She had meant his childhood when she originally said it, but now, alone in this maze, it seemed even more painful. But he could remind himself. He wasn't alone. He had Rose. Reinette loved him, he knew. It was in her eyes right now before him. He had thought he loved her too, when he met her, but had since realised it wasn't love, merely a connection to a historical figure. He cared about her, yes, and been distraught when she died, sure, but it was Rose who had his love and soul. Always had been, even though he didn't know and wouldn't admit to himself when he worked it out.

"One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel," Reinette was saying. "It's the way it's always been. The monsters and the Doctor. It seems you cannot have one without the other."

The Doctor approached her slowly, cautiously. She was still smiling at him, but it seemed slightly lifeless, her eyes dead and unseeing beyond the boundaries of memory. "I have seen the world inside you head, and know that all things are possible."

The Doctor gently placed his hands on her arms, kissed her softly on the forehead and simply said, "Goodbye, Reinette." He didn't let her answer, but increased the pressure on her arms and closed his eyes as she ceased to be.

He shook his head slightly, raised his eyes to the seemingly-impossible-to-get-to-spire and carried on, trying to put his mind to something different than Reinette. He'd just killed her. That made it twice. He was thankful there was nothing about the Time War here, at least nothing he'd run into. He didn't know if he could've handled it, especially without Rose to remind him of all the good things in life.

Speaking of Rose…he could hear her. He grinned, hurried forward and out into a clear space with a typical white door against a wall. Rose ran towards him and he hugged her, glad to be back with her again. Then he noticed another figure.

"I'm getting sick of these memories," he said to Rose, who simply grinned back at him.

Jack was watching them. "Doctor?"

He turned to face Jack. "Yeah, memory boy?"

"I'm no memory. You can come try and make me shatter, if you want."

The Doctor looked at Rose, who nodded at him. So the Doctor made his way over to Jack and placed a hand firmly on Jack's chest, and pressed. Nothing. With a gleeful shout, he pulled Jack into a hug. "Jack! God, never expected you!"

Jack laughed, returning, the hug, then pushing the Doctor away so he could look at him. "Rose said you'd regenerated," said Jack, as he flicked his eyes up and down the Doctor, who held his arms out to be inspected. "You're pretty cute, now."

"Are you saying I wasn't before?" the Doctor asked, acting hurt. "I'm kidding. I like my new body. So does she," he added, nudging Rose, who grinned at him and smacked him playfully on the arm. "But you do, no denying it."

"So, said Jack, "This door the one to the next level, or game or whatever?"

"Yeah, should be." The Doctor put his hand out to it, but Rose stopped him.

"Listen…"

They could hear a trundling sound. The Doctor looked at Rose. "Is that what I think it is?"

"Yeah. Couldn't get near it to shatter it, so had to run instead. It's armed, see."

The Doctor opened the door, ushering the other two inside. "I've no want of meeting it again, memory or not, thanks." He pulled the door, cutting short the familiar warcry.

"Extermin–"

"Much better…"

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So now it's the heroic three! Team TARDIS or whatever you want to call them. Reviews make me smile and write faster.