Couple things really quick. For anyone who cares, I now have a tumblr account. Mostly I'm reblogging but I'm also posting some unbetaed writers block stuff on there that I may or may not turn into a story. Also I'm slowly migrating this series over to Whofic and I'm stuck on a name for the series. So if anyone has a suggestion please let me know.
Now onto the story...
Tony's fingers traced lightly up and down Trisha's back as he held her tightly. Tears had started to fall down her face. She was scared and he couldn't blame her. Less than an hour ago they had been informed that the Torchwood Three Hub in Cardiff had been at the center of a massive explosion. No one inside would have survived.
Jack would be fine, of course he would. But presumably Ianto and Gwen had been there and Rory, Amy and their children had definitely been there. Tony had spoken to Rory not half an hour before the explosion. His little brother wasn't letting EJ or Jamie out of the TARDIS, so Tony had to trust that the ship would of course have survived the explosion.
But if one of the others had been in the Hub… Rory at least had the potential to regenerate. Honestly, Tony wasn't sure how he'd feel if his baby brother suddenly showed up with a different face. More than anything he wanted them safe and he wanted Mum and Dad to hurry up and get here. Trisha had spoken with Mum five minutes ago and they had promised to be here soon.
"I'm sure they're fine," he murmured against her hair. "EJ and Jamie were in the TARDIS, and she can survive a little explosion. They're all fine." He was trying to convince himself as much as her.
She nodded her head and sniffed back the tears. "I know." Her words were soft and almost inaudible. He slowly rocked her in his arms as they waited, ears straining for the sound of hope.
A minute later the vwhorping sound came from the spare room and they were on their feet and outside the door in an instant. Tony bit back the sting of disappointment that it was the wrong one. Not that he was unhappy to have the blue TARDIS materializing here; it brought the Doctor and Rose Tyler, two people that they most definitely needed to solve whatever crisis was going on. But his children, his brother, his sister and his friends were still unaccounted for.
Trisha sobbed as the door opened and Rose stepped out. Trisha threw herself into the elder woman's arms. Rose soothed her as best she could as she pulled her to the side to let the Doctor out.
"What's going on?" the Doctor asked, noting the worried expressions on Tony and Trisha's faces. "Are the kids alright?" His voice was full of concern, but there was a hard edge underneath and a glint of rage in his eyes.
Tony knew that was the face that made armies turn and run. He should be afraid, but he wasn't. The Doctor was on their side. His rage was against anyone who would dare harm anyone he cared about. "Rory ran multiple scans on both of them. No trace of any ill effects from the first round of 'possession'. And they were safely in the TARDIS for the second and third incident."
"Good." The Doctor gave a small nod and pulled Tony to him for a long hug. "We'll figure this out," he whispered in the younger man's ear. "No reason to worry now. Your mum and I would never let anything happen to them or any other child. Okay?"
"Where is Rory?" Rose asked softly.
"We haven't heard from them since the explosion. We have no idea if they made it out or not," Tony reluctantly admitted.
"Well I can feel him, in my head," the Doctor explained, trying to calm everyone down. "His TARDIS seems to be heavily shielding, so I can't get a message to him. Why don't you explain to me what's been going on while we wait for them to arrive."
"I'll make tea," Trisha said, pulling back and wiping her eyes. "And then we can tell you everything that we know."
The control room shook violently once more before stabilizing in the Vortex. "What the bloody hell?" Amy yelled as she stumbled in from the corridor. "I thought you were supposed to be the best driver in the family. The kids are asleep and you decide now is a good time to start driving like Dad?"
"Sorry, dear. She doesn't like dematerializing in the middle of an explosion." Rory gritted his teeth as he dropped below the console.
"Explosion? What explosion?" Amy stared at Gwen and Ianto. Both looked like they were in unqualified shock. Ianto looked slightly less stable so Amy tentatively approached the other woman. "Gwen." She placed a hand lightly on the brunette's arm. "What happened? And where's Jack?"
Gwen whipped around, grabbing Amy's hand and clutching it in her own. "Bomb...Someone set a trap. Planted a bomb in Jack's stomach. We barely made it out." Gwen's knees gave out and Amy helped her over to a chair. "Oh God, Jack."
"Jack was in the explosion?" Amy asked gently, wanting a bit of a clarification.
Ianto was the one that answered. "Yes, and we should be out there trying to find him, not just floating around in deep space." Ianto slammed his hands down on the console. The Welsh man allowed himself this brief bit of outrage before reigning himself in. "If Jack could have even survived that."
Amy came over and covered his hand with hers. "Jack is a fixed point in time and space. He's a fact. He'll be fine, I promise."
Ianto gaped at her for a moment. "How do you know that?"
Amy gave a small shrug. "I thought that was universal knowledge."
"Apparently not," Ianto grunted. "Especially since no one had bothered to tell me." He paused. "Are you sure he'll be okay?"
"Of course we are," Rory called from his half hidden position. "Amy and I have met a future version of him. One that's from quite a few years in the future and the explosion hasn't changed that meeting."
"What are you doing down there?" Gwen asked, leaning under the console looking at Rory.
The man in question slid out from underneath the control panel with his sonic between his teeth. "Thermo coupler was damaged. Needed to fix it before we went anywhere else."
Rory stood and looked at the people around him. "Alright, first things first. Whoever blew up the Hub and tried to kill you probably has eyes all over the Plas. So it's not the best time to go and retrieve Jack." He turned to Ianto to address the protest before it was made.
"We can track down where they take him later. Cleanup will either be handled by the Home Office or UNIT. Either way, they both are notoriously consistent on leaving a paper trail. And we happen to have an in with UNIT's number one computer programmer."
Now he turned to Gwen. "Whoever did this is going up assume that you and Ianto are dead, at least until they can't locate your bodies. We need to go and get Rhys. He knows where the Hub is and we can't let him think you're dead."
"They could be at the flat by now." Gwen said, shaking her head. "It could be too late."
"Time machine," Amy said, trying to contain her smirk. "We'll just show up at your place a minute or two after it happened." Gwen nodded and Amy went over to help Rory with the controls.
"Ianto, is there anyone we need to..." Rory began to ask.
The other man shook his head. "I don't have much family, just my sister and her kids. They don't know where I work."
"Right, so the plan is, get Rhys, head to Tony and Trisha's to regroup, find Jack and then figure out what the bloody hell is happening to the children of Earth." Gwen said, sounding much more like her normal self.
"Got it in one," Rory said with a grin. He threw another switch and the TARDIS landed in Gwen's flat. "Stop number one."
Without preamble, Gwen stepped into her home and walked straight into the bedroom. "Come on Rhys, time to get up. Chop, chop."
"What's going on?" a sleepy voice called from the bed.
"Someone tried to kill me tonight. They succeeded in blowing up the Hub and I don't want them coming after you. So get up, get dressed and get in the TARDIS."
"In the what?" Rhys asked, not understanding that last bit. Still, he has stood up and pulled on his trousers.
"The TARDIS," Gwen repeated, pointing out the door towards the lounge. "And before you ask, yes, there is an alien space ship sitting next to the sofa. It's also our means of escape, so shift."
It only took Rhys a few minutes to finish dressing and to follow Gwen towards the tiny blue police box. "How are we going to fit in there?" he asked before crossing the threshold. Gwen shut the door behind him.
His eyes went wide as he stared at his surroundings. Slowly spinning in a circle, his jaw went slack. "How did you fit all of this in that little bitty box?"
"The ship's dimensionally transcendent," Ianto said flatly.
"What?" Rhys asked, still not understanding.
"The ship, she's called the TARDIS. She's bigger on the inside and she's alien," Gwen clarified.
"Ah, alien, that explains it then. Should be used to weird things like this by now, shouldn't I?" He gave a rueful chuckle. "So this has something to do with the freaky kid thing, doesn't it?"
"Possibly," Rory said as he set his magnificent ship down for a seamless landing in her customary spot in Tony's spare room.
The door burst open before anyone inside had moved towards the door. Trisha ran up to her brother-in-law with panic filled eyes. "It's been over an hour. Where the hell have you been? Are they okay? EJ and Jaime?"
Rory pulled her into a tight hug. "They are fine. They didn't even wake up in all the chaos. They're in their room."
Trisha took off down the hall before Rory could say another word. The door opened again and five more people walked in, Tony, Sabrina, Jenny, Rose and the Doctor.
"Is everyone alright?" Rose asked, stopping to hug Gwen, Amy and Ianto, before getting to Rory. "We know there was an explosion. But what happened and where's Jack?"
"Jack was the center of the explosion," Ianto explained, trying to keep his voice even. "He was ambushed at the hospital earlier today and someone planted a bomb inside his abdomen."
Jenny squeaked in surprise and Rose went over and squeezed Ianto's arm.
"Well." The Doctor rubbed his hands together. "Seems like we have some work to do, find Jack, send whoever is terrifying all the humans by using their children as ventriloquists puppets, and…" He turned on his heel and faced Rhys. "Introduce ourselves to the newcomers. Hello, I'm the Doctor."
"Rhys Williams, Gwen's husband," the man in question managed to say.
The Doctor clapped him on the arm. "Nice to meet you, Rhys Williams. Now if you can't be useful please stay out of the way."
"Rude," Rose said, crossing over to where Rhys was standing. "Rhys, I'm Rose. It's nice to finally meet you. Come on, I'm sure you're tired, exciting night and all. I'll find you a room. You can rest while this lot works." And she led him out of the room towards the living quarters.
Behind her, she heard Rory and the Doctor discussing a file of compressed information that Rory had discovered. Unfortunately, he had only started decoding it when the Hub's computers were destroyed.
It was five in the morning when Trisha heard the knock at her front door. She was already dressed in her uniform, ready to head to work, so she drew her sidearm. Everything about the events of yesterday had her on edge. Slowly she made her way to the door. "Who's there?"
"It's your mother." Hannah's voice came through the heavy wooden door. "I'm alone, so lower your weapon and let me in."
Automatically Trisha lowered her weapon and engaged the safety. She opened the door and ushered Hannah inside before she holstered it again.
"Thank you for letting me know the children were safe after what happened last night." Hannah leaned over and kissed her daughter's cheek. "I've been up all night," the older woman said, walking toward the kitchen. "Been following the chatter on the Torchwood incident." She walked over and turned on the electric kettle before sitting down at the table and pulling out her laptop. "Something big is going on and whoever is behind this is doing their level best not to leave a paper trail." Hannah began typing when someone entered the room.
"Trisha, I need to borrow your toaster, and when I say borrow, I mean buy you a new one later." The Doctor looked up from whatever he was fiddling with and noticed the newcomer. "Oh, hello, I'm... John Smith. Friend of Tony's..."
"It's alright, Doctor," Trisha said as he wheeled around, apparently not expecting her to not have called him Dad. "This is my mother, Hannah Stalwart. She knows everything, don't ask me how but she knows. Mother, this is the Doctor."
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," Hannah said with a small smile. She stood up and extended a hand to him.
"The pleasure is mine." He took her hand and shook it. "I remember your father, good man. Always had a picture of you and your mother on his desk."
"He would have been flattered that you remembered him." Hannah gave him a genuine smile before sitting back down and resuming her typing. "As I was saying, whoever is behind this isn't leaving much of a paper trail, but I have managed to find out a thing or two. That, and I managed to bug Frobisher's phone." A mischievous smile flitted across Hannah's face.
"You bugged his phone? Why? How?" Trisha asked, more than a bit impressed with her mother's deviousness.
"The how was easy enough. The man's used to being an overlooked civil servant. The Colonel had a closed door meeting with him yesterday and Frobisher neglected to take his cell phone into his office. He left it on that Spears woman's desk, so I gave it a little upgrade." Hannah looked up with a smug smirk.
"As for why…" A muscle twitched in anger on Hannah's jaw. She turned the screen around so that Trisha and the Doctor could see. "I had a bad feeling about him and I was right. He signed Jack's death warrant. His and several others. "
She pulled up a memo from Frobisher.
ORDER TO KILL
Colonel Michael Sanders (ret.d)
Ellen Hunt
Captain Andrew Staines
Captain Jack Harkness (active)
"Why try and kill Jack? He must know about his immortality. Did he think that Jack couldn't come back from the explosion?" the Doctor asked as he pulled Hannah's laptop closer to him.
"The working theory is that Jack's Lazarus qualities are tied to the Cardiff rift. They mistakenly believed that destroying the Hub would destroy Jack as well. All of Torchwood One's files on him, the ones that predate his recruitment, all went missing in the aftermath of that facilities downfall."
"Lucky for Jack," the Doctor remarked as he found a few more interesting files on the computer.
"It wasn't luck," Trisha said with a smile. "Seems like I've misjudged you, Mother. I thought that you were always one to play by the rules. You deleted all of Jack's files."
"I destroyed the hard copies as well. And there may have been a computer virus introduced that deleted all mentions of Rose Tyler, maybe." Hannah gave a knowing grin. "When it comes to protecting people I care about or people who need my help, the rules go out the window. There is some big cover up going on here. Something that Jack and these others know that could be dangerous to the British government if it came out."
"Any idea what it could be?" the Doctor asked.
Hannah rolled her shoulders in discomfort. "A few, actually, there are things in Jack's past that I know that he isn't proud of. Things that he did when he was threatened or he didn't have a choice. I'm sure that you have some idea what Torchwood is capable of, Doctor. And the list of things they had planned to keep Jack under their control is…" She shuddered. "Let's just say there are so many things that are worse than death. So please don't judge him too harshly for whatever comes out of this."
Trisha stared at her mother. She knew that Hannah had been the Torchwood Three liaison before Trisha volunteered for the job. Trisha also knew that Hannah and Jack had been friends. Hell, Trisha herself had known Jack for longer than most people in the family, but she had failed to notice just how much her mother cared for Jack.
"Back on point, I've got a few more things to cover before I have to go." Hannah's carefully crafted persona snapped back into place. Trisha was much more like her than either one ever really admitted. "Right now, the Home Office is working under the assumption that Gwen and Ianto perished in the explosion last night. I'm guessing that's not the case."
"Both of them are safe and sound in my TARDIS," the Doctor confirmed.
"I thought as much, since Rhys Williams was not at home when Gwen's flat was raided last night." Hannah took a deep breath. "Ianto's sister is under surveillance, so please take care in contacting her. I'm not sure that it's the right time for anyone to know that members of Torchwood survived, or that the Doctor is here. At least not until Jack has been…recovered." She swallowed hard.
"He'll be fine," the Doctor said reassuringly. "Jack can easily survive this."
"Thank you, Doctor." Hannah gave him a small smile. "Jack is a very dear friend. We've been through a lot, he and I." She turned to her daughter. "Trisha, I'm not sure that you should come in today. I can make excuses…"
"No, I'm needed there too. There are plenty of people to work on the problem from here. You need another ally at the office," Trisha said, bracing for a fight.
Hannah stared down her daughter before yielding. "Alright, I could use you there. I've already called Anthony's hospital and told his bosses his presence is needed elsewhere, national security and such. Not that he can't handle himself. I just think that it's better to keep everyone as together as you can until this is over. Speaking of which…" She handed the Doctor a piece of paper.
"What this?" he asked.
"The address of a UNIT owed abandoned warehouse. With Trisha's ties to UNIT and Torchwood, I think it's best for your base of operations to not be at her home." Hannah checked her watch. "Now I really must go. Trisha, see you soon." She stood and kissed her daughter on the cheek before again extending a hand to the Doctor. "Thank you for coming and for keeping our grandchildren safe. Keep the laptop, it has everything on it that I know so far and I can update it remotely."
Hannah had swept from the room before either of them had a chance to respond. The Doctor's lips curved into a smile.
"What?" Trisha asked. "I didn't even find out until yesterday that she knew who you were."
"It's not that." He gave a small laugh. "You are so like her."
"I am not," Trisha protested. "Ok, maybe a little. Not many people can get you to shut up and just listen to what they have to say. Must be a gift that she passed down to me."
"Plus she appears to be all straight laced on the outside," he kissed Trisha's head, "but has the heart of a rule breaker. Just like you."
"Always thought I got that from my bio dad." Trisha smiled. "Guess not all of it came from him." She turned around. "So, you needed the toaster?"
"Yes, and maybe a few other things," the Doctor said, moving toward the cabinet.
"Touch the coffee maker," Ianto said as he entered the room, "and you will make enemies of half the people here."
Trisha wondered how much he had overheard. "Like I'd let him near that or the tea kettle." She scoffed. "I wouldn't want a full on revolt. Two things I've learned, Yan, never get between Torchwood and coffee and never get between a Tyler and their tea." The three of them smiled and the Doctor grabbed the toaster and electric mixer before leaving the room.
Trisha waited until he had cleared the doorway before pulling an extra toaster out of a cabinet. "I keep extras of things like that. Survival skills, if you want to be around the Doctor and still have toast," Trisha confided in the Welshman.
"Probably the best idea," he replied before bustling around making coffee and tea. He asked Trisha if they had decaf for Gwen but wouldn't say why.
Handing over the container, Trisha put a hand on his arm. "I don't know if you heard, but your sister…"
"Is under surveillance, I heard." Ianto swallowed. "I need to let her know I'm alright."
"We'll find a way to let her know," Trisha promised.
Rory stood in the doorway of EJ and Jamie's room. Thankfully both of the kids were still fast asleep. Tony was sitting vigil at their bedside, almost as if he was afraid to let them out of his sight. Rory cleared his throat and Tony looked up. Nodding to the hallway, Rory turned and left the room.
Tony followed, closing the door behind him. "What's going on? Did it happen again?"
"No, not yet. Still too early if this is being set at British hours. I just wanted to let you know that Hannah came by this morning, according to the Doctor. Brought us some really good information and apparently got you out of going to work today." Rory rocked back on his heels. "I can sit with them, if you wanted to get some sleep. I'm sure they'll be up in no time."
Gently Tony touched the door frame and stared at the door as if he could see through it. "Mum and Dad made it look so easy, you know." He turned back and looked at his little brother. "Raising children and not giving the appearance of worrying every single minute of every day about our safety. Now I lie awake at night sometimes and wonder how they had the courage to even try to have more kids."
Tony clapped his brother on the shoulder. "I tell you, though, it's worth it. All the fear, all the sleepless nights, it's worth it when they wrap those little arms around you and tell you they love you. It's brilliant."
"I hope I get to find out for myself soon." Rory gave him a tight smile.
"No doubt you and Amelia are getting plenty of practice in the meantime," Tony said with a wink.
"Oh, shut up," Rory huffed, pushing him away. "I'm surprised you and Trisha don't have a whole litter by now. The way the pair of you carry on."
"I'm thankful that we don't. Especially if they were girls. Once they started I would never sleep again." Tony laughed. "Thankfully I have a little time till we get there with EJ. And I'm going to take you up on that shut eye. Where's Trisha?"
"She was about to head into work. Guess she figured that she could be of more help there."
"That's my girl," Tony beamed. "I'll get some sleep and be up in a bit. See if I can be of some help here. Night."
"Night."
Gwen was sitting on the edge of the bed pulling on one of her boots when Rhys rolled over and kissed her shoulder. "I think this is the best bit of alien technology I've seen so far, this ship," he said, waving a hand around the room. The hum around them shifted and Gwen would have sworn it was a noise of approval. It probably was.
"Sleep well then?" Gwen asked, kissing him back.
"Yeah. Did you get any sleep?"
"I got a couple hours, more than enough. I'll be running on adrenaline now." She finished adjusting her boot and looked at him. "I have something to tell you. Something I found out last night."
"What's that?" Concern was written all over his features.
"This is one of those moments that you picture in your head. And it never quite turns out how you expected." She gave him a small smile.
He scrambled into a sitting position. "What have you been picturing telling me?"
Gently, she covered his hands with hers. "I'm pregnant. We're having a baby."
Before she has the last word out of her mouth he had grabbed her and crushed her to him. "When did you find out? How long?"
"About three weeks." She pulled out of his crushing arms, needing to breath. "And I just found out last night. Now don't be mad. I was doing the scan when Jack came in."
"So you told him first. Typical."
"Pipe down and let me finish. It saved our lives him walkin' in. I was worried about keeping my job; he grabbed my hand to reassure me. My hand that was on the scanner and we saw the bomb that was planted inside him. Him findin' out saved my life, the baby's life."
Rhys scowled for a moment before conceding. "I guess, since it saved your life I can forgive it, just this once. But from now on, Gwen, come to me first. Really, I mean it. Family first, our family."
"I promise, alright?" She leaned over and kissed him. "Now, I've got to get out there and get back to work."
"Go on." He swatted her on the backside. "Go defend the world against extra-terrestrial infiltration. Later we'll talk about you still doing this in your condition."
"Yes sir." Gwen gave him a mock salute and left the room.
A few hours later both of the TARDISes had been moved to the warehouse and EJ and Jamie had been carefully moved to the Doctor's TARDIS. The logic had been that it would be easier to have one TARDIS available for travel, to use the Doctor's TARDIS as headquarters and Rory's as transportation.
In fact, that's what they were currently doing. Ianto had sent a message to Rhiannon to meet him at noon at the park where their dad had broken his leg. Jenny was going to be piloting the TARDIS, since the Doctor and Rory were busy building some sort of scanner, and Rose was helping babysit Rhys and the kids.
Gently, Jenny set the ship down in the park and Ianto watched on the scanner as Rhiannon pulled up. She exited the car and sat down at a picnic table. Slowly Ianto pushed the door open and looked around everywhere.
"Hey," he said, walking up to the bench.
Rhiannon took in his general appearance. He was as clean cut as ever, giving her no indication as to why the military were looking for him. "Oh, my God! What's going on? Those soldiers nearly scared the kids to death last night."
"I'm not sure yet." His eyes were still darting around. Jenny had now stepped outside the Police Box and was watching the area as well. From the outside she looked calm. Maybe she was just another Nanny watching the kids at the park, but underneath, she was on guard, her reflexes primed in case of attack.
"I wasn't followed. Sit down." She nodded to the seat next her.
Ianto sat down. "You worked out my little code, then?"
She gave him a sad look. "Dad didn't break your leg on purpose, you know."
Shaking his head, Ianto said, "He pushed me too hard. He always did."
"Well, you should've held on tighter." This time she smiled a bit. "Seriously. Why are there people after you?
"That bomb, last night. It was meant for me and the people I work with."
Her heart stopped momentarily. "My God! Why?"
"I don't know," he denied, before catching that concerned look in her eyes. "I think it may have something to do with the kid thing."
"What sort of civil servants are you?" She stared at him as if she was seeing him for the first time.
"Unappreciated ones." He looked around again. It wouldn't do to get caught now.
Rhiannon placed a hand on his arm. "Are they okay? The people you work with?"
"Gwen's fine. I'm not sure about Jack." A muscle in his jaw twitched.
"Is he your boss? The one Susan saw you with?" She squeezed his arm.
"He'll be OK. They won't get rid of him that easy. I just need to find him." Ianto stood up suddenly. Grabbing her hand, he hauled her to her feet as well. "Come on, I need to show you something. And we need to be quick about it."
"Where are we going?" she asked, jogging to keep up with him.
He stopped short in front of Jenny. "Nowhere, just I need to explain a few things and I need you to not freak out."
"Alright." Rhiannon nodded.
"Rhi, this is Jenny. She's a friend. Jenny, this is my sister."
"Hello." Jenny smiled and extended her hand.
"Hello." Rhiannon shook the proffered hand but then turned to her brother, confused. "What's this about then?"
"I work for Torchwood," Ianto said quickly.
"That daft place that everyone round here keeps babbling about? Everyone talking nonsense about aliens, it's barmy," his sister scoffed.
"With everything going on around you, how can you not believe in something from another world?" Jenny asked innocently. "Would you even know if you were in fact talking to an alien right now?" She wiggled her eyebrows.
"You are kidding me, right?" Rhiannon's eyes darted back and forth between her brother and the short, human looking blonde girl.
Ianto shook his head. "I really wish I were, or at least that I didn't have to tell you. But protecting the world from aliens is what I do. It's why someone is after me; it's about the thing with the kids. Jenny and her family are allies and they can travel in ways that are hard to explain." He took her hand again and pulled her towards the door to the Police Box. "This is one of their ships."
Rhiannon laughed. "Now you are kidding me."
"Step inside," Jenny prompted.
"Alright, what am I going to find in here? Doorway to another world?" She let Ianto pull her inside and she gasped. "Oh my God, it is. It is a whole other world in here."
"Rhi, listen to me. We can't stay much longer, but I need to tell you something important." Ianto looked her straight in the eyes.
She swallowed back her disbelief, if the thing could happen with kids speaking in unison all over the world, surely a bigger on the inside ship was possible as well. "Alright, what is it?"
"Keep David and Misha with you at all times. Don't let them leave the house and don't let anyone take them. And most importantly, if Jenny or anyone else shows up at your house with this ship or one that is slightly more blue, go with them. Gather as many kids from the neighborhood as you can and go with them. Jenny and your family will keep you safe."
"You know what's going on don't you?" she pressed.
"Not yet, but we've got a bad feeling about this." He grabbed her arm and pulled her back outside. "Now I'll be in touch. Get home before anyone get suspicious. Now Jenny…" He turned to the young woman but noticed that she wasn't moving. None of the kids in the park were moving either.
All over the world, every child stopped. Every child and three adults just stopped.
Clem MacDonald stopped in a bar in Camden.
Jenny stopped in a park in Cardiff.
And Rory Tyler stopped in an abandoned UNIT warehouse in London.
Then as one they started to speak. "We are coming tomorrow."