Another chapter (finally) :) I'm sorry about the infrequent updates, but I'm in my last year of school so I have to study a lot :P all the reviews and favourites really do keep me going and encourage me to write more though, so thanks! :) this might be the last chapter for a little while, but I finish school in November so expect more then :) enjoy!

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"There's something you should probably know," her father said, a serious expression on his face.

She was back again, in his workshop. She knew she was dreaming.

"What is it?" She asked quietly, her voice shaking.

He took both of her hands in his. "The Daleks," he said, looking into her eyes. Then she remembered. She remembered the war, the Great Time War, and all the destruction it had brought her planet so far. She swallowed hard, a sick feeling rising in her stomach. "They are focusing all their power on the sky trenches of Arcadia," her father continued. "I am attempting to make an escape pod, so that when the time is right, we can flee."

"But the Daleks can't get into Arcadia," She said, desperately trying to find evidence that this wasn't happening. It couldn't happen, she told herself repetitively. "There's four hundred sky trenches, they can't do it!"

He sighed and looked at her sadly. "Well then, this is just a precaution," but it was obvious, she could see it in his eyes, and the way that he said it, that he did not believe that at all.

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Emily woke up slowly, with a deep sense of dread settled in her gut. She had remembered everything now, except what had happened on that last, final day on Gallifrey. When she remembered that day, she would also remember what had happened to her family, and that was the news she dreaded.

She sighed and sat up in her bed, looking at the small alarm clock on the bedside table. It was already past ten in the morning. She chided herself for sleeping so late; Jack told her that the others usually got to the hub at nine. Pulling herself out of bed, she sighed and forced the fresh memories out of her mind. She grabbed her phone off the desk in her room and checked the display.

There was a message from Jack. "Out looking for the kid," it read, "be back soon. Breakfast in the kitchen :) "

She got dressed and brushed her hair quickly, then walked out into the main part of the hub. She stood there for a moment, admiring the underground haven, the place that she could now feel safe in.

In the kitchen, she found a plate of breakfast muffins. She hadn't eaten solid food since she landed on Earth, more than two days ago, so she chewed at it nervously. To her surprise, she found the taste pleasant and realised how hungry she'd been. After her third muffin, she heard the cog doors to the hub rolling open, and the muffled voices of the team floating through the hub.

"Emily?" Jack's loud voice rang through into the kitchen.

"In here." She called back and wandered out to face the others.

"All okay?" Jack asked, his eyes flicking over her quickly before meeting her own eyes with a concerned look. "Did you sleep well?"

"Fine, thanks," she smiled politely. "And thank you for the breakfast, it was nice."

"Ah," Jack beamed. "You can thank Ianto for that, he knows where to find Cardiff's best-everything. So... Are you sure you slept okay?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow. It was obvious that that wasn't all he was asking about.

"Yes, fine," Emily waved his concern away, refusing to think about the dream again. "So, uh, did you find Bernie?" She asked, directing her question to the rest of the team.

"Ran five hundred metres to catch that bastard," Owen mumbled as he threw his jacket over his chair, in an obvious sour mood. "We're meeting him at a bar around the corner in a few hours, he says he's got the second part of the device."

"And he really just agreed to meet you? After you chased him down?" Emily asked surprised. She could see Jack watching her suspiciously, apparently not satisfied with her evasive answers.

"Yeah..." Owen replied absentmindedly, deep in thought about something.

"He seemed very keen to give it up, actually. I wonder what it made him see...?" Jack questioned.

"Well," Tosh began, speaking from her computer, "the first part showed emotions of the past, maybe the second part shows the future?"

"Good thinking Tosh- now, everyone in the boardroom, we need to discuss this." Jack commanded, and began walking up to the Hub's boardroom, which overlooked the workspaces.

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"Right," Jack began, as the team sat down around the long table, "what do we know so far?" He asked the room.

"The device is a quantum transducer- converting emotional energy to visible energy." Tosh spoke eagerly.

"I saw a young boy who was lost in a train station, and who is now a happy 70 year old living in butetown," Gwen said, "and Owen saw- what was it again?" She looked over at Owen.

Owen's features were downcast, even more so than usual, and he looked unhappy at having to recount what he saw again. "A young girl, Lizzie Lewis, being murdered." He mumbled. The room fell silent.

"Tosh, did you find anything on Lizzie Lewis yet?" Jack asked after a few seconds, breaking the silence.

"Uhh," Tosh looked down at the notes she had sitting in front of her. "Elizabeth Lewis. Lizzie. Only child of Mabel Ann Lewis of Hafod Street. Died March 29th, 1963. Raped and murdered on Penfro Street, under the bridge. Seventeen years old."

"And you watched her being...?" Gwen asked Owen, tentatively.

"I didn't just watch, I felt her fear, her terror. She'd told her mum she'd be home by nine." Owen replied, his eyes distant. Suddenly, he sat bolt upright and his eyes darted over to Tosh. "Tosh! What about the perpetrator? Was anyone charged?"

"No one was brought to trial. There were no witnesses." She replied solemnly.

"Ed Morgan- that's what she called him- "you're a bad one, Ed Morgan." Look him up." Owen said, leaning forward in his seat.

"Well, it's a common name-" Tosh began.

"Newspapers, witness statements, coroners reports, what else have we got?" Owen began.

"Owen!" Jack snapped.

"What exactly do you want me to find, Owen? There isn't anything that could help" Tosh said, exasperated.

"I don't know, there must be something, you're the one who's supposed to be good at finding this stuff!" Owen's voice was rising.

"Owen!" Jack said sharply. "for a case to be reopened, you need new evidence, or a new witness."

"I saw it happen." Owen replied.

"No you didn't," Jack said firmly. "You saw the echo of a moment, amplified by alien technology. You weren't there. So tell me how that'll play in court?"

"When have we ever cared about court?" Owen said angrily.

"We go and talk to Bernie later today, get the other device off him. We do our job." Jack had a firm finality in his tone, and it was clear that it was the end of that discussion. "Now, is there anything else we need to discuss?"

At that moment, Ianto entered the room carrying a tray of steaming coffees. He handed one to each of the team members.

Emily, who had been sitting in silence for the entire meeting so far, looked down at the strong-smelling liquid curiously.

"I've added sugar," Ianto murmured into her ear. "It shouldn't be too bitter this time."

She took a tentative sip, and screwed her face up at the taste. It was strong, although not unpleasant.

Owen smirked. "It's a taste that grows on you." He said, still sounding annoyed.

"Anything else?" Jack asked his previous question again, after taking a sip of his own coffee. After no one replied, he began again. "Okay, so Owen, Emily, we'll go out to meet Bernie. The rest of you can go back to work."

Gwen, Tosh and Ianto filed out of the room. Emily suspected what was coming next, and wished she could be following the others out.

"Emily," Jack started, with a serious tone. "I need you to tell me how much you remember. I know it's hard, but it could be important."

Emily sighed. "Why, Jack?" She began quietly. "Why is it important to you?"

Jack looked surprised. He obviously hadn't expected her to question him. "Well, firstly, I think it may be crucial in contacting my friend- the one I was telling you about, the Timelord- he's a bit hard to get a hold of, but if I can somehow get him to believe that there's another Timelord here... Well, he'd be here in an instant. And secondly..." He looked over at Owen, who was slumped in his chair.

Owen sighed and sat upright. "We think it will be beneficial for you, to talk about it. It will be better for you in the long term, if you talk to someone about what happened." He said quietly.

"And thirdly, I am interested to hear more about how you escaped the greatest war of all time, I mean, it's time-locked and everything, so that was no mean feat-" Jack was cut off abruptly as Emily rose to her feet.

"What!" She yelled, sounding thoroughly distressed. "It's time-locked!?"

"Oh, nice one, Jack." Owen mumbled quietly.

"Well I mean, it is now, I guess it wasn't when you escaped-" Jack said, ignoring Owen.

"How do you know that?" Emily asked frantically, not able to keep the panic out of her voice.

"The Doctor- my friend- he's told me about-"

"The Doctor!" Emily yelled, her eyes widening.

"You know him? He's still out there. I know for sure that he escaped." Jack was talking fast, trying to change the subject.

Emily sat back down, still looking extremely worried. She swallowed hard, biting back tears. "He was... Well known..."

"Well, if you can talk to me, I might be able to figure out a way of contacting him." Jack said.

Emily turned to face Jack and sighed, steeling herself. "The war was getting bad," she began quietly. "I lived in Arcadia. It was supposed to be the safest city on Gallifrey, because it was protected by many sky trenches. The Timelords were at war with the Daleks, the most evil species in the universe. The Daleks were focussing all their forces on Arcadia, and my father- he was a scientist- was building an escape pod for my family." She said in a monotonous tone.

"But only you escaped." Jack inferred solemnly.

"I... I don't know why. I still don't remember the last day. We had been preparing to escape. We had emergency provisions and supplies. We were waiting for the right moment. But them I just remember climbing into the escape pod... By myself." Emily finished quietly.

Jack nodded, considering her story. "And The Doctor? How did you know him?"

"He... He used to work with my father, long ago. They used to invent things. He was widely known as one of the most intelligent Timelords, and the Council of Gallifrey were always trying to get him to help in the war effort."

"So you still don't remember what happened to your family?" Owen asked gently.

"No. But..." Her eyes welled up. "If it's been time-locked, and they didn't escape, I'll have no chance of ever escaping."

"It could be a repressed memory," Owen began, switching into doctor mode. "You're subconsciously blocking the memory. It's a common symptom of post-traumatic stress disorder.-"

"There's nothing wrong with me." Emily snapped, sounding annoyed now.

"Relax," Owen said quickly, holding up his hands in a submissive gesture. "It's just a possibility. Hopefully you will remember within the next few hours."

"So aside from that, I'll see what I can do about getting in contact with The Doctor." Jack said.

"I can probably do that," Emily said, glad to be getting onto a new subject. "My escape pod- you kept it, didn't you?"

"Yes, it's down in the archives." Jack replied.

"Yes, well, it has a distress beacon on it. It landed here because there was an opening in the time vortex- is there a rift in space here?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Correct," Jack replied, sounding impressed.

"So I should be able to send a signal through, I can adjust it so that it reaches Timelord technology only. Does he still have a TARDIS?" Emily asked.

"He sure does," Jack grinned at her. "Well done, we can contact him later. But now, we need to go meet Bernie. We're walking to the pub to meet him, so grab a coat." Jack smiled and walked out of the room, Owen following closely behind him.

Emily sighed, relieved that the conversation was over. She jumped up and followed them out of the room, feeling as though a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.