Jack allowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the cargo bay. He could sense the presence of the others. It could only be Martha and Gwen, but he wasn't going to speak, not until he was sure. If it was Gwen and Martha, then one of them didn't sound at all well.

Before he had chance to speak, Martha's voice came out of the dark.

"Jack is that you? Please let it be you," she said in a shaky voice.

"Yeah and Ianto too," he said softly.

"Oh thank god, he found us...White Coat. They dragged Gwen...she's hurt bad Jack."

"It's okay, she's tough," Jack said.

He heard shuffling and he felt someone's hand on his leg. "He didn't hurt you?"

"No, but I think we just got in the way. He's got the Doctor again, hasn't he?"

"Yeah."

Martha let out a small laugh. "With any luck he'll tear White Coat to pieces."

Jack was about to reply when thumping sounds and muffled words came from the front of the shuttle.

"I think he's woken up."

"Hold him down!" White Coat bellowed as he tried to place the needle against the snarling figure.

He swore when it was knocked out of his hand and he was slammed against the wall of the cockpit.

"Get this thing landed!" he roared as he searched the floor for the syringe.

The shuttle suddenly dipped downwards as the pilot tried to steer the shuttle whilst avoiding the arms and legs of the two guards who were trying to subdue a madman.

The shuttle landed with a thump and White Coat bellowed. "Get the doors open!"

Jack and the others sat still as they felt the thump of the shuttle landing and listened to the sounds of the struggle.

Then the hiss of the bay doors opening drowned out the sounds and they were dragged out and the sound of the struggle returned.

"I said hold him still!"

Jack couldn't see the struggle but he knew what was happening. The Doctor must have come round and was not a happy Time Lord.

There was cry of pain from someone, not the Doctor and the sound of running feet and then to Jack's and the others horror, the sound of gunfire...just one shot, one shot that sent chills through the three of them.

"No..." Jack breathed then White Coat's voice rang out.

"You bloody idiot, I said no weapons, put it in a cell."

Hey heard no more of the conversation as they were dragged away, not knowing where they were taking Gwen and if the Doctor was alive or dead.

Steven James sat himself at his desk and sighed, another boring night looking at the same piece of boring night sky. He'd gotten the short straw again, the graveyard shift.

He was about to go for his third cup of coffee when the monitor beeped at him...he frowned; it had never beeped at him before.

He peered at the screen and his eyes widened in surprise at what he saw and picked up the phone.

And that was how the chaos began...

White Coat watched the world panic. It seemed he had found and taken his property off Earth just in time.

The news channels were full of riots and people fleeing cities for a refuge that would be of no use. There would be no escaping the thing that was heading towards them. Whatever it was, he was glad they would soon be elsewhere.

"You know they are just like rats, all clambering to reach the ship that isn't sinking," he said to himself and turned away from the observation window.

He walked out of the small observation room and back towards the medical bay of his personal cruiser.

The smell of antiseptic accosted his nostrils as he approached the row of beds. He walked by the one that contained the Cooper woman. He'd only repaired her injuries because she could be sold as an exotic slave and would fetch a handsome price in the slave market on Pamisus Seven.

He had other plans for Martha Jones and Ianto Jones would come in handy as a pacifier for his property, if he could ever get him under his control again.

The fate of Captain Harkness was another matter entirely, that was something he would have to think on.

His only interest was the figure in the padded cell at the other end...his property.

The medic that was attending his property moved away as he approached. He really wasn't happy about the state of mind his property had been in when he'd come round nor the bullet wound to its head.

He sighed and stared at the figure inside the cell.

"Pity," he said aloud. "We could have done so much together, your knowledge and my power and money. But what do I with you, you're too valuable to let go and too valuable to dispose of. I can't even use your DNA anymore, not since the virus spread too far. Still, I suppose I will find a use for you. Now I have to decide what to do with your friends, nothing but problems."

If he'd bothered to look at the figure properly, he would have noticed that the figure seemed to be dreaming.

Chaos, there was nothing but chaos and panic and...fear. If he was dreaming, it was a very vivid dream.

He was standing on a small rise and he saw the inhabitants of Earth running in fear from something, but what?

He looked up at the sky, it was dark, perhaps a little too dark, and was the darkness moving? But something else caught his attention; the people were looking at something behind him, but not looking at the darkness.

He turned to see what they were looking at and what he saw frightened him.

He saw himself, silhouetted against the darkness and he was laughing as the people ran.

"No, this can't be!" he cried and tried to look away, but found he couldn't.

His other self saw him and laughed again.

"Do you like it, all these stupid little apes running from you, running from the Chaos? Run little apes, the Chaos is hungry!"

His other self grinned insanely and his laughter chilled the Doctor to the bone. How could this be...how could it be here? He thought it was long gone, destroyed in the final days of the Time War!

But what frightened him the most was how he'd become part of the Chaos.