Ianto had walked for what seemed like hours, or miles, it was hard to tell in the pitch black. He heard the voice once again, and this time it did sound familiar.

"Martha!" he called, once again trying to ignore the lack of echo.

He stopped and waited for a reply...yes, there it was again.

"Ianto, over here!"

He turned to his right and there, no more than a hundred feet away was Martha, also trying to find her way in the peculiar darkness.

"Martha!" he called again and sighed with relief as she altered her course and finally caught hold of his outstretched hand and hugged him.

"Where the hell are we?" she said, trying to peer into the darkness.

Ianto looked round. "I think and it's only a guess, I think we're inside that black cloud thing.

He looked round and grabbed Martha's hand.

In the distance, crawling towards them was Gwen.

They both ran towards her and helped her stand up.

"This place is bloody crazy," she said.

Martha nodded as she examined Gwen. She frowned as she lifted a tattered piece of dressing to reveal a red raw patch of skin.

Gwen looked at it. "I think," she stopped and swallowed. "I think the Doctor did that, he said he was sorry, but I don't know what for. Is he still insane?"

Ianto shook his head. "No, but he forced me and Jack to leave."

"Where is Jack?" Gwen asked.

"He wouldn't leave, he went after the Doctor. For all I know, they could still be on that ship."

"Or on the game station," Martha said.

"No, I don't think they are. In fact I don't think we were either."

Martha frowned. "You mean we were here all the time, inside this thing. The whole game station was a hallucination."

Ianto didn't reply, but looked round, peering into the darkness. "It's just a thought, if we're here, then maybe Jack and the Doctor are here."

Martha and Gwen looked at him.

"If they are, then we need to find them," Gwen said. "This place feels like hell."

Jack felt like he was in a living hell, physically and emotionally. He'd followed the Doctor and the small group of Daleks out of the room.

He'd purposely ignored the body of his future self.

The Chaos's words rung through his mind...kill the Time Lord or give him up to something that wanted to cause death and destruction. If those were the choices, then it was the most hellish version of Hobson's choice he would ever face.

He was dammed if he did and dammed if he didn't, and he was still wondering if any of this was real.

He didn't trust this thing that called itself Chaos...not an inch.

Although everything around him seemed too real, the bodies, the shattered building, the Daleks and worst of all, the Doctor.

He stopped when the entrance to the building loomed and the smell of thing burning reached his nostrils. He heard Dalek voices again and ducked behind a large statue.

"Orders are to find the remaining humans and stop them using the Osterhagen Key, the one known as Martha Jones is to taken alive. Our leader wishes to interrogate her."

"What of the one called Jack Harkness?"

"His is to be taken to the laboratory and all energy is to be extracted."

"I obey!"

Jack pressed himself against the statue and remained still as three Daleks glided past. He knew what was going to happen, they would find the bolt hole and that would be the end of it.

It made him sick to his stomach, the thought of what was going to happen to Martha, and at the hands of the Doctor, or what may have once been the Doctor.

When he thought it was safe he slowly moved away from the statue and began moving out into the corridor. He only made it a few inches, when a hand grabbed his coat and pulled him forward.

"I thought I told them to take you to the laboratory," the Doctor snarled.

Gwen was the first to spot the one person they really didn't want to see. "I don't believe, as if this place couldn't get any worse."

The others looked over to the spot she was looking at.

"No, not him," Martha breathed.

Only a few feet away and crouching on the ground was White Coat.

As they got closer they could hear mumbling.

Gwen let out a short laugh. "I hope he's suffering."

Ianto put a hand on Gwen's shoulder. "We have to help him, whether we like it or not. If we get out of here, he has to answer for his crimes."

Gwen huffed, but nodded. "You can deal with him."

Ianto stepped forward and nudged White Coat with his foot. When he got no response, he shoved harder and White Coat let out a startled cry and scrambled up.

"Get up!" Martha snapped. "If you want to save your arse."

When he wasn't fast enough Ianto hauled him up. "The lady said get up!"

White Coat straightened, but his eyes had none of his usual arrogance, they were haunted and shadowed.

"Looks like he's being punished already," Gwen said.

"Come on," Ianto said. "They must be here somewhere."

Jack was too shocked to struggle as the Doctor dragged him into the open.

"Never trust a Dalek to do a Time Lord's job," he growled. He hauled Jack up to his face. "You Jack Harkness have been a thorn in my side for far too long. It's time you stayed dead."

It suddenly dawned on Jack in a light bulb moment of historic proportions, that this couldn't be real. There was no way the Doctor would ally himself with his mortal enemy.

The Chaos had made a mistake, one he would take full advantage of. He knew what he had to do; he only hoped he had the ability to do it.

As the Doctor stared into his eyes, he reached out with what psychic ability he had and grabbed hold of the silver thread that was his link to the TARDIS.

The TARDIS felt and saw the silver thread that was the fixed point and through that saw the almost no-existent golden thread that was her Time Lord.

She also saw the dark thread that was slowly dimming the golden and she felt something new...she felt anger.

With indignant rage she grabbed hold of the silver thread and with a flash of her own lightning blue thread wrapped to two together.

She was going to fight for her Time Lord.