It was a UNIT deep space satellite that sensed it first, moving slowly across the black velvet of space. The satellite whirred as the onboard camera began taking pictures.

The onboard computer made its calculations and decided that whatever it was, it couldn't exist. It had no mass, no weight. No light shone from it and it swallowed the stars in front of it and left nothing in its wake.

But being a computer it did as it was programmed to do and began transmitting its findings. It didn't panic when the thing that had no mass or weight swallowed it and its transmission stopped.

The thing that had no weight or mass carried on, slowly and steadily devouring stars, and began heading for a cold ball of rock... Pluto.

The alarm was as unexpected as it was loud and it brought both Jack and Martha out of their exhaustion fuelled slumber.

They both arrived in the central hub at the same time, which was bathed in red light.

"What the hell is going on!" Jack yelled above the alarm, whilst Martha held her hands to her ears.

Grimacing Jack reached over and killed the Rift Activity alarm. "Ianto, have more aliens come through?"

Ianto scooted over to one of the screens. "No, but the Rift, it's been activated...wait a minute, that's not right. It's been activated over a scrap-yard on the old docks. It's owned by one Archer Jameson...that's interesting. Archer Jameson suspected fraudster, counterfeiter and is number three on the CIA computer hacker's list. He's clever, but he couldn't trigger a Rift."

"Could this be where the refugees are coming from?" Jack said, trying to make sense of the readings on the screen.

Ianto shrugged. "Could be, but I don't think it has anything to do with Archer Jameson, he's a loner and dealing with aliens is way out of his league."

Jack straightened and let out a long breath. "Still, it won't hurt to take a look."

Ianto nodded." I'll transfer this to a hand held scanner, that way we can keep track of it."

Jack nodded. "Make sure you're armed. Whoever's running this little refugee racket might not be happy to see us."

He was incredibly bored and becoming increasingly irritated. It wasn't that far and his head was really starting to ache. He began to wonder if he should have gone back to the mansion he'd shared with the man he'd thought was his father and stolen his medication.

Then he thought about it, what if the medication was causing his headaches...yes that was it. He smiled to himself, when he'd finished with Captain Harkness and Co he would find White Coat and...

His train of thought was broken when something else broke into his mind...something powerful and...empty? His mind was suddenly filled with a dark nothingness and that feeling again of madness and chaos.

He shifted in the car seat and the car it was half attached to began to rock dangerously. He stood up and looked up at the sky...something was out there, he could feel...something was coming.

The feeling was gone as quickly as it came as he was distracted by the sound of a vehicle pulling up.

"Finally," he snarled and scrambled down the scrap pile.

Jack and Ianto stepped out of the SUV and walked up to the locked gates.

"I don't think we have to knock," Ianto said.

Jack smiled and reached out, gingerly touching the gates. "No charge," he said and then began climbing the gates, followed by Ianto a few seconds later.

They jumped the last few feet and took a few seconds to get their bearings.

"I thought there'd be dogs at least," Ianto commented.

"Don't wish for what you don't want," Jack replied. "Let's go find Mr. Jameson."

After a few minutes they came to small metal shack, but it seemed empty.

"Perhaps he doesn't live here," Jack said, looking round at the untidy mess that filled the shack.

"No, he definitely lives here," Ianto said.

They both turned when they heard a noise.

Jack gestured for Ianto to go left, whilst he went to the right of a pile of scrap.

Neither of them saw a shadow flit from one pile of scrap to another.

"Pretty boy," the shadow hissed and once again melted into the shadows.

Jack stopped when he heard the noise again. It was somewhere in the shadows of a pile of rusting cars. Approaching slowly, he narrowed his eyes and saw something moving on the floor.

It coalesced into the shape of a person, and the sound became a groan of pain.

He was over at the person's side in two strides, discovering it was a man, the aforementioned Archer Jameson no doubt. He looked like he'd been attacked by wild animals...no, more likely dogs, which were conspicuous by their absence.

He was surprised to see the man open his eyes and then look straight at him and try to say something.

Jack had to lean forward to hear what the fatally injured man was saying.

"You have to..."he began, but then his eyes widened. "No..."

Jack heard a sound behind him and was in the process of turning, when the lights went out.

"Later Harkness," a voice said. "I have a promise to keep."

Ianto skirted round another pile of junk. He was beginning to think the sound they'd heard was nothing but a piece of scrap falling somewhere in the yard.

He was about to move again when someone stepped out in front of him, and he found he couldn't move.

"Hello again," the figure said and lunged for him.

Ianto tried to break the hold the Doctor had on him, but once again underestimated the Doctor's strength.

"Please stop struggling, you're starting to annoy me, and I really don't want to damage that pretty face of yours, well, not yet anyway," the Doctor hissed as he dragged Ianto towards the gate of the scrap yard.

"What have you done with Jack?" Ianto asked, his own temper starting to rise.

"Oh, he's just taking a little nap. He said to go ahead without him, he'll join us later," the Doctor replied, a hint of a promised something Ianto didn't like in his voice.

He stopped and pushed Ianto against the gate. "Now, how about a little something you promised far too long ago."

Ianto closed his eyes, expecting the worse, but it never came as the ground shifted under both their feet.

"What the...!" the Doctor said, having to take a step back to balance himself, as the ground once again shifted, more violently this time.

Ianto opened his eyes as the ground shifted...it couldn't be, an earthquake in Cardiff!

In another part of the yard a voice was shouting in a panicked tone down Jack's earpiece.

"Jack, can you hear me, please Jack, answer me...Jack, it's Pluto...it's gone!"

I will be on holiday from Friday as will my beta reader, so this will be the last chapter posted until the 8th of August. Sorry for leaving you a cliffhanger.