The Doctor looked back and forth down the street and then walked over to a clothing store. He raised his hands blocking out the light and stuck his head up to the window. When he didn't see anyone he reached for the door handle but wasn't surprised to find it locked. He knew this was small town, but there should be someone around here, right? He reached for his sonic, pulling it out and setting to work. Behind him he could hear Donna talk to Grace in a low but audible voice.

"Breaking into stores is included in perfect manners."

Grace let out a soft chuckle. When he heard the door click he turned to look at two of the three ladies in his life- the TARDIS being the third. "Necessity." He offered in defense of himself, though he knew she was only joking. He pointed to Grace with his screwdriver, "And I'll have you know that she can do the same thing without a sonic device." He smiled at Grace who stood in silence but smiled back.

Donna shrugged. "I didn't teach her that."

"I'm just saying that maybe there is another culprit," The Doctor opened the door and stepped in, with Donna and Grace following him.

"You can't blame everything on Jack," Grace said quietly, not wanting to break the silence in the empty store.

"Can try," the Doctor argued moving forward looking at everything as he passed. He looked at them. "Kind of quiet?"

"Bad quiet," Grace agreed, but as soon as she said the words they heard a noise from behind the counter. There was a swinging door there, and the Doctor lifted his screwdriver and stepped forward.

"You two wait here," he instructed, knowing that they both would just do whatever they wanted. Still, he had to try.

He didn't make it farther than two steps when an object came stumbling out from the door hitting the counter in its fall and hit the floor with a thud. He was reassured that at the very least this was not an Angel. The Doctor gave them a hard look, and was relieved that they seemed to be letting him take the lead on this. He took another step and the figure popped back up holding a gun in the Doctors face.

"Jack," the Doctor scolded.

"Sorry," Jack lowered the gun quickly. "I thought that you were Angels."

"So you thought, hmm…I'll just run/fall out there with my gun?"

He looked to Grace and Donna who were unfazed but both wearing a slightly amused smile. He loved them more than he thought he would ever be lucky enough to feel again, but sometimes they made him crazy.

"And you thought a screwdriver was a better option," Jack challenged. "I don't see any shelves that need put up."

The Doctor opened his mouth to defend his sonic when Donna stepped between the two. "Easy boys," She waited until Jack re-holstered his weapon and pulled him into a hug. "It's good to see you Jack. A surprise, but good, right Doctor?"

The Doctor relented under his wife's gaze, "Always good." Jack gave him a quick hug, the moment before forgotten easily.

"Hi Grace," Jack gave her a wide smile. He moved to hug her and she let him, but only raised one arm and patted his back twice before she pulled back. Jack's face was puzzled. He was charming, had pheromones and such, but she was unfazed. When did the love come? And why did he get a man-hug?

The Doctor found his daughters lack of interest in Jack a comfort, but knew the day was coming when that would end. The future her had told them such, after she was rescued on Fair. "Why are you here, Jack? Stone Angels aren't quite your normal lot."

Jack held up his hands and shrugged. "A lot of people have vanished. A got a call a couple of days ago; they thought that maybe I could be of use here."

"And you sent the message, "Grace asked.

"Yes."

"So you knew that we were coming and still drew a gun on us?"

"I didn't know when," Jack complained.

It was the Doctor that interrupted this time, "So you think that all these disappearances are Angels? Have you seen the Angels?" The Doctor hoped that he hadn't and maybe there was still a chance this was something else.

"I know the disappearances are Angels. And yes, they are everywhere. That's why there is no one in town, except good ol' me."

"Lucky us," Grace muttered and the Doctor forgot to fight the smile. Sometimes she could be so much like Donna, all fire and emotion, and other times like him, steady and withdrawn. But most of the time she was just an unruly combination of both, like now.

Jack's looked hurt, and the Doctor felt a little sorry for him. They had to go years after meeting Grace, to actually have her, but they got to watch her grow into the person she was. Jack had a future before him that this Grace knew nothing of, and it was painful. "All right, can you take me to the Angels?"

Jack nodded, "I'm sure there are some just next door. Heard moving about, and know for a fact that the owner is barricaded in his home."

This was the point when Jack would normally make a joke that wasn't appropriate but he didn't do that around, Grace. The Doctor realized he kind of missed it, hating to see Jack so tamed by waiting.

"Maybe you two should go wait in the TARDIS," Jack suggested, not seeing the Doctor shaking his head trying to warn him.

He waited to see who would come undone first. Donnas' mouth was open but Grace stepped closer to him. "Maybe who should go wait in the TARDIS? I believe that we are perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves. And if I remember, and I always remember, I saved your butt when you were fighting that big purple thing on Sunsho"

"Right," Jack said softly moving towards the door, "Sorry."

Donna looked at the Doctor with a wide smile, "Still all you."

He laughed and followed Jack out the door keeping his voice low, "I tried to warn you."