Three long and painful months went by since the Torchwood Gala. Many people have died; Torchwood and UNIT have been pushed to nearly defenceless. The two groups had combined all their powers together to try fight the threat…it wasn't working. The Darkness was overpowering everything.
Jenny stood staring at the barren wasteland that was once called Kent. She was standing there looking like a complete mess, her blonde hair was dirty and still had a couple of those curls from the Gala, and her clothes were scruffy and torn. She had only just completed her month long mission of scouting through the wasteland for life.
She found nothing.
No life at all.
All there was was silence and darkness.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and tensed up, her hand drifting to the knife she had strapped in her belt.
"Jennifer don't even think about it" a stern calm voice said
She relaxed a tad. No desperate people driven mad with hunger and fear. Just Cline's foster mum. Sarah Jane Smith.
"You're my ride back to London?" Jenny asked quietly
"Yes" Sarah Jane said softly "but we have a major problem"
"What? What happened, did someone die? Did those sons of bitches take over the rift? What?" Jenny snarled turning round to look at the older woman.
Sarah Jane Smith looked older than the last time Jenny saw her. Her hair which used to have one or two grey hairs was now fully streaked, there were dark circles under her eyes and instead of the usual jeans, boots and leather jackets she wore, she was wearing a loose military jacket over baggy trousers.
"It's you're mother" Sarah Jane said "she has disappeared several times. Five or ten times a day. She's found a device. Something to allow her to travel between universes"
"And?"
"It's worse than what we thought" there was a grim look on Sarah Jane's face. "Every other universe is being invaded as we speak. The only universe that hasn't had anything yet…is the one you and your mother come from"
"Any thing else?" Jenny asked "I mean what's so special about that one universe?"
"Your mother said she'll tell you when you get home" Sarah Jane led them to a land rover where a young man in a worn UNIT uniform sat in the driver's seat "something else you need to know"
"What?"
"Your mother is trying to contact your father"
"And?"
"Nothing yet, I am so sorry"
Jenny shrugged before climbing into the car. Nothing yet. That wasn't so bad, there was still a chance. She fiddled with the silver chain on her neck, the curling letters that spelt out her name went missing a long time ago. The chain was all she had left that was personal.
There's so little left.