Even weirder than the first one, if that is at all possible. Also a lot longer. Sorry, I got a bit carried away.

It had come as rather a shock to Rose to discover that Torchwood had private zeppelins.

"They look like huge fat blimps to me," she grumbled.

"Actually, they're quite aerodynamic," Andrew said. "These new ones can reach up to 200 kilometers an hour. We'll be there in no time."

"Excuse me?" Rose said, rolling her eyes. "Last I checked, it was 212 kilometers from Cardiff to London. What good will we be in an hour?"

"Just get inside the helicopter," Jake moaned.

On their way there, Mickey and Jake prepped her on the situation.

"WHAT?! DALEKS?!"

"I told you she'd go berserk," Mickey told Jake.

"IN CARDIFF? ARE YOU INSANE?!"

Mickey put his hands on her shoulders. "Rose, baby, calm down. I'm sure I've told you before, Daleks aren't half so deadly in this universe. There's only three of them. They came through the rift. Torchwood 3 should be able to handle the situation until we get there."

"Is that why you refused to tell me what the emergency was? And why you brought so much hardware?" She gestured at the disintegrator weapons piled in the corner. "Why the hell didn't you bring more people? The four of us- what use will that be? You can fall on your butt, Jake can video tape it, I can start shooting the corners off buildings, and Andrew can recite the probability of our gruesome deaths."

"I've told you a thousand times, we are NOT going to have repeat of the Weevil incident."

"Yeah, yeah."

Jake leaned forward. "Should probably warn you about Torchwood Three," he said, meaningly.

Mickey grinned. "Oh, yeah."

"They're even weirder than us."

"Is that even possible?" Rose grumbled, thinking of Andrew, with his wild eyes, incredibly neat suit, and unhealthy fascination with statistics.

"Wouldn't have thought so, but yeah. See, they have this scientific genius, Adam Mitchell- complete computer whiz, but gets twitchy if you look like you're going to snap your fingers."

Rose's eyes widened unbelievingly. "Adam Mitch-"

"Then there's the medical personnel- Harry Sullivan and his assistant Owen Harper. Sullivan's freaky- he was born in the 1950's, but doesn't look a day older than thirty-five. Owen's really morbid. Others are okay, though Tosh is really, really focused and Gwen can be a bit skitzo at times."

"How fascinating. But did you say Adam-"

Jake interrupted her. "And don't even get me started on the robot dog."

Rose's eyebrows drew together with a snap. "Robot-"

Mickey winked. "I know what you're thinking, and, definitely disco."

Jake finished, "But whatever you do, don't annoy the boss. She's got a huge temper and kung fu fighting skills. And really, really don't make any Oz jokes."

Rose was confused. "Oz jokes? What?"

"Our delightful head of Torchwood 3 was named Dorothy Gale Mcshane by well-meaning parents."

"So?"

Andrew shook his head in despair. "Rose, you're such a chav," he sighed.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

"Coming in for a landing!" the pilot yelled from the cockpit.

The Cardiff plaza was a mess, the fountain tilted at an odd angle, bodies and fleeing people everywhere. Three Daleks rushed around the center, corralled by people in dark clothes and sunglasses and also large energy weapons.

"You were right," Rose said critically as she exited the vehicle, "these aren't a patch on the ones we used to get. Back in my day-"

"WATCH OUT!" screamed Mickey as a Dalek turned its deathray on her.

"EX-TER-MIN-"

"Leave her alone!"Mickey yelled, firing his weapon at the evil pepperpot. The eyestalk turned, but the disintigrator gun had no effect on the Dalek force field. "Damn," Mickey and Jake swore in unison. "Weevils all over again."

The Dalek turned back to Rose. "EX-TER-MIM-ATE!"

"ROSE!" Mickey and Jake screeched as a blue energy ray shot from the Dalek. Things seemed to go in slow motion. Rose saw, at a speed of half a frame per second, the ray shoot out, and then a roaring and a huge black clunky motorcycle appearing in a burst of golden light between her and the pepperpot.

Things speeded up again. Rose blinked.

The Dalek was a smoking heap of charred metal, the motorbike was on its side, and a woman in her early thirties lay crumpled on the ground. "Oh my god," Rose choked out, walking closer. The woman had long golden hair and was wearing a black bomber jacket. "Oh my god, she's dead! Oh god-"

Jake and Mickey walked closer. "Actually," Mickey began-

The woman gasped for breath and sat up, looking around. "Hello," she said to Rose, "I'm Ace. Want to go kick Dalek whatever-they-have?"

"-that's the other weird thing about Torchwood Three's boss."

This was originally going to be Romana, but it worked better with Ace.

I saw Kiss Kiss Bang Bang! Oh James Marsters, marry me!

This being the first Torchwood episode I've ever seen, I have formed a good impression of the show.