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Donna had been in the nursery for hours watching John.

She was seriously starting to wonder why.

"John," Donna said for what seemed like the millionth time, "you don't have to put the cot together."

John turned the sheet of instructions around yet again, as if it would help. "Are these even in proper English?"

"I can just hire someone to put it together."

He looked at her, shocked. "Are you saying I can't put my own baby's cot together?"

Donna shrugged. It was almost the baby's due date and she was finally at home, waiting which seemed to be taking forever. She was glad she hadn't had to go on bed rest this time, she didn't know that she could have borne it, but she was making a conscientious effort to relax. John was taking shorter days at Torchwood under the pretense of keeping her company and at some point he had decided it was his paternal duty to assemble the cot. Only he didn't seem to be very good at it. At all. She was relieved to at least find he had a fault.

"I can do this, Donna. It would just be easier with proper instructions!"

Donna nodded. She heard the door open.

"Mummy!," shouted Ella.

"We're upstairs, darlings!," Donna called back.

She heard frantic running up the stairs, Josh and Ella bounded in the nursery.

"Are you still in here?," asked Josh.

John shot the boy a look.

"Kisses," said Donna, carefully leaning down with her heavily pregnant belly to the children. "How was school?"

"Alright," said Josh.

"Alright?," questioned John as he held his head up to get a kiss on the cheek from Ella. "How was your maths test?"

Donna looked at Josh. "How was it?"

"I did okay. Just four wrong!"

"Well," said Donna, "that's-"

John looked up. "How many problems on the test?"

"Ten..."

"Oh, sweetheart," said Donna.

"It's alright," said John. "We'll go over it together after I'm finished here."

Josh looked at Donna despairingly.

"Yeah, I know," said Donna. "Go change into your play clothes."

Josh left, Ella moved to follow when Donna said, "Sweetheart, you didn't say how school was."

Ella looked up. "Okay."

"The other girls, did you talk to any of them?"

"Yes, Mummy."

Donna smiled. "You don't have to lie to me just to make me feel better, you know. I know it's not easy and now you've got a bodyguard..."

"I'm okay, Mummy."

"You can tell us anything, Ella, you know that, don't you?," asked John, leaving the cot assembly for a moment.

"Yes, Daddy."

"If you're having problems, we want you to tell us," said Donna.

"Okay," said Ella.

"Go change," said Donna. "Then get a snack, okay?"

Ella ran off.

"She's still having problems," said Donna as Ella ran off.

"She needs the security," insisted John. "At least until I understand what the Silence want."

"I know," said Donna, rubbing her belly. "I want my children safe."

John's mobile rang as he kissed Donna. He picked it up off the floor.

"How's the nursery going?," asked Amy.

"I'm almost there."

"You still haven't got the cot yet, have you?" He could hear the smile on her face and it irritated him to no end.

"Is that why you rang?," he asked haughtily.

"No, I rang because we have just about finished putting the vault inventory computer back together from when you blew it up."

"I had an incredibly good reason at the time."

"Anyway... I.T. says it ought to be another hour, care to join us or shall we wait until tomorrow?"

"I've already waited six months," said John.

"In their defense, most of the building was destroyed," said Amy.

"I'll be down." He hung up the phone and looked at Donna.

"Off to work?," she asked.

"I'm sorry, they're about to have the vault computer working. We can finally find out what the Silence were after that day."

Donna nodded. "It's alright. I understand. I'll get someone to finish the cot."

"I'm finishing the cot!," John protested.

"Yeah, whatever you say, sweetheart," she said, giving him a peck on the lips.

While the offices at Canary Wharf were being rebuilt, Torchwood was being operated out of spare government offices throughout the city. Some departments were situated in the former Lumic buildings which hadn't been used in years. John considered his department lucky in that his department, for security reasons, had been placed in one of the former underground headquarters of the President of Great Britain, first used by President Churchill during the Old German Occupation. Amy had been quite excited by the history behind it and John feigned enthusiasm, but he had to admit it was quite nice. He even had Churchill's old office/sleeping quarters. That was something.

"So!," he said. "Keys, keys, kays. What sort of keys have we got?"

He expected Gwen, Adeola, Amy and Jack to be cheerful. After all, they had been waiting six bloody months for this thing to come online and John hated waiting!

"What? It's not ready, is it? Where is bloody I.T.?" He looked around. "On another bloody coffee break, I suppose? Typical! Not like there's a rush or anything! I'm going to let them have it this time."

"No, it works. We got the inventory back," said Adeola.

"Brilliant! So, let's go through the search engine, figure out what sort of keys the Silence might be after..."

"I think we know," said Amy.

"That easy?," asked John. "But there must be hundreds of keys in the Torchwood vault..."

"Rose Tyler's TARDIS key," Amy said grimly.

"But they said they hadn't found the key," said John.

"That's because someone checked it out of the vault," said Gwen. "I'll give you three guesses, but you'll only need one."

John banged on the door of the Tyler mansion.

"Jackie!," he shouted. "Open up!"

Amy looked at him frantically. "Do you think they're alright?"

"Ready your weapons," said Jack.

The door opened and Jackie answered. She gave John an exasperated look.

"We're in the middle of supper," she protested.

"Never mind supper, I need to talk to Pete. It's an emergency."

Jack, Amy and John hustled their way in to find that the house was a complete wreck. Furniture turned over, drawers opened, papers everywhere, holes in the walls...

"Jackie, what happened here?"

"What?," she asked and looked at the mess. "It's a bit untidy..."

"Jackie! A bit!"

"Were you robbed?," asked Amy.

"Pete!," shouted John as he fled upstairs.

John hurried into the study and found it in the same state as the rest of the house.

The computer was fine, though. John looked at it and sat down at the desk just as Pete entered.

"What do you want?"

"The Silence, that's who kidnapped the Master, that's who attacked Canary Wharf and they did it because they were looking for Rose's key to the TARDIS which you checked out of the vault! Where is it?"

"I..." he looked around. "I don't know."

John groaned. "Fat lot of help you are."

Jackie entered frantically, followed by Amy trying to stop her.

"Pete, what's going on?"

"He took Rose's TARDIS key," said John.

"Why's that important? It's just a key, isn't it? Rose carried that thing around with her everywhere."

"A TARDIS key is not just a key," said John. "It's a piece of a living TARDIS. The Silence are at war with the Time Lords, I bet that's why they want the key."

"So, isn't there some kind of safety device on it?," asked Amy. "Shouldn't Rose's key only be able to open the TARDIS that belongs to the TARDIS in your universe?"

"It's not that simple," said John. "If they got someone who was authorized to open it, like you..."

Amy rolled her eyes. "I'm pretty sure I would remember unlocking the TARDIS!"

"We had better put a security detail on you just the same," said John. He looked at Pete as he unplugged the computer and picked it up. "By the way, I'm taking this. Someone's been spying on you."

"John," said Jackie, "is Rose in any danger?"

"I don't know, Jackie. I'll do my best, meanwhile I'm going to get you a security detail as well. Just in case they decide to come back." He looked at Amy. "We've got to talk to Rose Tyler."