Light years away in the TARDIS…

The Doctor lifted his head up from the keyboard. He had felt a pinch just on the back of his neck. He turned his head over his shoulder, but couldn't see anything. He ignored it standing up straight.

He thumped the controls of the TARDIS with his trusty hammer – not really as trusty as his sonic screwdriver. The TARDIS bleeped as he ran around the console and pressed buttons and pulled some levers. He was about to pull that particular lever which he wasn't supposed to, but made a pirouette when he got there.

'You really don't want to pull that lever, you know?' he said. 'If you pulled it downwards, and I say downwards, it would mean the end of everything. The vortex would open up and would turn everything around. Everything you know how it is will turn into the opposite. Take the example of the laws of gravity: instead of going everything down it just might stay in the air. And you wouldn't want that to happen, would you?'

Very long pause. He turned around to see his companion. 'Would you?' but there was no companion standing there listening to his speech. There was no one to talk to. He was all by himself. He was alone.

The Doctor put his hands in his pockets and started to walk around the console again, watching the green light of the Time Rotor going up and down.

He stopped in front of a screen, showing the symbols that used to symbolise his planet. He went through the keyboard just in front of it, hoping it would show him a recording of some past friend of his calling for help. But he knew it was impossible.

He walked around the controls again and started to punch buttons with his hammer.

Wales, Great Britain, Planet Earth_10th July Friday, 22:58pm

'Gwen, turn left at the next traffic lights.'

'I'm behind the Weevil!'

Light years away in the TARDIS…

He was alone. Alone in the universe and he had nowhere to go. Had he?

Wales, Great Britain, Planet Earth_10th July Friday, 22:59 pm

'Go to your right and keep on; at the third street, turn to your left. Keep your Webley at hand.'

Light years away in the TARDIS…

Rose Tyler was in a parallel Earth, so he couldn't go there.

Martha Jones was from UNIT, she would have to be moving around the country so it would be a little bit hard to get the right coordinates to arrive luckily at the same place.

He couldn't talk to Donna Noble, as her brain would start to burn at the first sight of him.

And Captain Jack Harkness was in Cardiff, living under the water tower just by the Millennium Centre in Tiger Bay, Cardiff, Wales, in Great Britain…

Jack Harkness was…

Wales, Great Britain, Planet Earth_10th July Friday, 22:59pm

'The Weevil is tiring me and you seem to be real slow. I can't even see you behind me.'

Just one shot stopped her running as the Weevil tripped over.

Light years away in the TARDIS…

He knew the coordinates very well, even without looking at the keyboard. He went back to the screen and set tons of numbers rapidly, excitement taking over him.

Wales, Great Britain, Planet Earth_10th July Friday, 23:00 pm

'Good thinking!'

'We couldn't have done it without you.'

Light years away in the TARDIS…

It had been so long since they had seen each other. He really needed some refreshing for his memory. After all that had happened to them all, after Davros finally was destroyed, he just needed some visit back to Earth. But would he recognize Jack? Of course he would! He wasn't a Time Lord, was he? He couldn't change ever!

He stopped abruptly. He looked around himself. The walls of the TARDIS seemed to blur, the light of the TARDIS had become less shiny, the coordinates of the screen were becoming just numbers with no meaning and he was losing balance. What was happening?

Wales, Great Britain, Planet Earth_10th July Friday, 23:00 pm

And the green eyes stared straight at him.

He could see his face now, just from one of Captain Jack Harkness' memories. He was a slim man wearing a brown coat on top of his chocolate suit. His spiky hair and that agonized face were just a mask. That wasn't himself really. So who was he? What was he?

From Jack's memories he could make out a name. No, it wasn't a name, just a title: the Doctor.

Not a human, he guessed, even though he did look like the rest. The only thing he could find out of place was those old eyes: those big brown eyes looking straight at him. Who was he? What was he?

From Jack's memories he knew the Doctor was an alien, called a Time Lord, the last of the Time Lords. Such knowledge grew in him, so much wisdom. Such… wonders. And he could see his TARDIS, just around him, twisting itself, trying to get away from his gaze, from his green eyes. Such great power contained by the TARDIS.

From Jack's memories he could see two words. A bit blurred. They hadn't appeared for some time. But he could make out two words, flowing through his mind. And he couldn't get them out of him. Adam smiled at them. After all, he knew what they meant.

He placed his ear comm. closer to his mouth and breathed out: 'Bad...

… Wolf…' The Doctor's voice quivered as he said the words.

The Doctor fell on his body trying to get the gaze away from him. The flash of green light… Those green eyes… They seemed familiar, in a way…

He felt a pinch in the back of his head and the picture disappeared. The Doctor gasped and coughed for air. His body was too heavy on his supporting arms. He let himself lie on the floor for some moments, face down, holding his breath. He closed his eyes and saw again that flash of green in those eyes, just in the distance. Those eyes on that face smiling at him malevolently, whispering all the time to him those two words. He didn't dare to think of them.

The Doctor turned around, his back facing the ground. He opened his eyes, the TARDIS' light flickering green, just as those eyes... He sat up slowly, looking around himself. The TARDIS had landed already. With the support of the console's surface, the Doctor stood up and moved to the screen. The blue lights and symbols were replaced by a picture of water spreading across in front of the TARDIS. He turned around and walked towards the blue exit door. He opened the door revealing night-time Tiger Bay, in Cardiff, Wales.

The Doctor managed a smile, but there wasn't anything happy about anything in here. Those words, those two words had appeared through his mind and had slipped out of his lips, his own lips.

Bad Wolf.

The Doctor turned around and walked towards the water tower. Jack should be somewhere near there. Last time - well, the second last time - he had seen Jack, he had gone towards the water tower and disappeared in thin air.

The Doctor stepped stood in front of the water tower, examining it carefully. From his pocket he produced his sonic screwdriver. He ran it through the front of the water tower, a blue light and all around him. He kneeled down, doing the same to the bricks on the ground and one of the bricks started to go down.

'Chameleon Circuit placed at the entrance to hide it from the public! That is so like Jack.' He grinned to himself and jumped on the brick.

'Know where Toshiko is?'

A short pause followed.

'Anyone?'

Gwen just kept on reading the newspapers; Rhys stared at his feet, trying to find something to do for him; Ianto... still in the Tourism and Information Centre; and Jack walked around towards random places of the Hub. Adam grew more impatient as none of them answered his question. Jack finally stopped moving and faced him.

'She might have taken a little vacation.' he told Adam. 'She always stays here and does the hard stuff for us. She needs it.'

Adam nodded, but he wasn't convinced. Gwen finally took her eyes off the paper.

'What about Owen?' she asked. 'He hasn't been here either for quite a while...'

'Might have run off with our little Tosh then,' laughed Rhys.

Adam looked at Rhys disgusted with what he had heard. His dear Toshiko Sato, a master of mathematics, the one he had loved, with Doctor Owen Harper? He returned his gaze to the screens of his station when Ianto entered the room.

'Anyone fancy a coffee?' He walked towards the coffee machine.

'I rather have a Cappuccino,' Rhys responded.

'Mocha for me!' Gwen said as she returned to her newspaper.

'With milk and chocolate flakes thank you.'

Everyone would have thought it had been Jack if it wasn't for the accent. Adam got his revolver out at once pointing it behind him. Everyone else moved nearer Adam, weapons out.