While Jeanne was starting her tour of her new home, the Doctor was pacing nervously along the Plaza. He could have called Martha on the cell phone and let them know he was there, but he had left the cell phone in the TARDIS and didn't want to go back inside so soon. Never had he felt so nervous about being around or in his ship! He continued pacing until he heard a familiar voice calling, "DOCTOR!" from across the way. He turned and waved at the familiar man walking towards him in his aviator coat. The two men exhanged hugs and the Doctor backed up, "Jack, good to see you, things have been quiet since the last time we met I hope?" Jack nodded, "A few Weevils here and there, but nothing we can't handle now that Martha and Mickey have joined our team." He was looking around the Plaza, "So, where is your new Companion?" The Doctor looked surprised and stuttered, "I.. I don't have one, it's just me and the TARDIS still." Jack looked surprised, "What you haven't found a new stray yet? That's not like you at all! What can we do for you, or is this just a fuel stop?" The Doctor shook his head, "Actually I need to do a little research, and I thought Mr. Mickey would be able to help me out." Jack nodded, "Sure thing, let's go down to the Hub and see what Mr. Mickey can do."
He led the way and activated the elevator down into the Torchwood Hub. Martha and Mickey glanced up from their desks as Jack led the way into the room. Martha grinned and Mickey smiled, but glanced behind him, in vain hopes that maybe Rose would still be travelling with him after all. "Martha!" The Doctor cried out and gave her a big hug, and reached over the desk to shake hands with Mickey. "What are you doing here, Doctor, some kind of trouble?" He shook his head, "No, nothing like that I don't think. I just need Mister Mickey's help doing a little research. Is there someplace we can talk, Mickey, with a computer and some privacy?" Jack and Martha exchanged glances as Mickey nodded, "Back in the conference room," before leading the way. He sat down and pulled out the keyboard, "OK, whatcha need?" The Doctor sat down and propped his Converse-covered feet up on the table. "I need all the information you can get on a Jeanne McCormick from the United States. She's from the Midwest, in her late 20's or early 30's with auburn hair and blue-gray eyes. She recently dealt with a tragedy of some kind, something big enough to be newsworthy I think." Mickey frowned and began typing, "That's not a lot to go on, who is she?" The Doctor sighed, "She's sort of travelling in the TARDIS right now and I'd like to know a little more about her without asking her for details, and no, I don't want to explain why I don't just ask her." Mickey shut his mouth, about to ask that very question. He started running some search algorithms and started pulling up newspaper articles. Most of the women described didn't fit the description, until he finally got a hit and frowned, "Do you know if this woman was married?" The Doctor frowned, "Dunno, could have been I suppose, whatcha got?" Mickey swung one of the monitors around, and the Doctor saw a picture of Jeanne with a young man about her age, and on her lap sat a small child. Mickey read from the other screen, "This picture is from the obituary of Michael and Michaela McCormick from Nebraska. They were killed by a drunk driver about 2 weeks ago on the couple's wedding anniversary. The mother, Jeanne, was meeting them to celebrate and travelling in a separate car, so she wasn't hurt at all. Is that her?" The Doctor nodded slowly, "Find me everything you've got on her and put it on a disk, and then wipe the memory on the computer for me, would you? And just keep this discussion to yourself, especially if you meet Jeanne." Mickey nodded, "If you can give me a day or two to pull things together, you'll have everything I can find." The Doctor nodded, "Great, in the meantime, I have some shopping to do while we're refueling." Mickey nodded and gave a vague wave at him, already working away on the project with an intensity that he probably picked up during his time working for Torchwood in the parallel world.
The Doctor asked Martha if she wanted to go shopping with him, and she jumped at the chance. As they went to the local market, he began to ramble, as he's want to do. "Martha, can I ask you a question?" She nodded, "Of course, Doctor." He sighed, "Well, let's say you found someone standing on a bridge in the middle of no where, well, not exactly no where, it has to be somewhere, but it's not someplace you just climb out of your car and walk up to in a couple of minutes. Anyway, let's say you find this person and find out that they just lost their family in a tragic accident. They didn't have any backpack, no purse, no supplies, no nothing, and they just hopped into a strange blue box and abandoned their life in the drop of a hat. Would you say there is a chance they were feeling suicidal when they were standing on that bridge?" The Doctor blurted the last part out, only having put the thought together after the information Mickey had provided him. He hadn't noticed at the time, being distracted by a rather large metallic spider-shaped probe, that Jeanne wasn't dressed for hiking and was very out of place standing on that bridge. Martha looked at him in surprise and replied, "Uhm. Why do I have the feeling this isn't a hypothetical situation we're talking about here?" He sighed, "Martha, I have a woman who is now living on my ship that I found in exactly that situation. The TARDIS has adopted her as a Companion of her own because I've decided not to take any new travelling companions of my own. We were investigating a Nodari probe the TARDIS found in America and found her standing on a bridge on a hiking trail in the middle of nowhere. No supplies, not dressed for hiking at all. I just had Mickey run a search on her, and turns out her family died two weeks ago in an accident. I know what it's like to suffer a great loss like that, and it can make some people snap. The TARDIS seems to like her, and I guess I don't mind her staying, but I'm worried if it's a bad thing to bring her along if she's... well, troubled." Martha frowned, and watched as the Doctor starting filling his cart with every flavor of marmelade available in the store. "Well, Doctor, I'm not that kind of Doctor, but I think if she's formed an attachment to the TARDIS, taking her away might cause more harm than help." He nodded, "That's sort of what I thought too." He moved on to the bananas in the produce section. Martha smiled, recognizing his normal shopping pattern.