He was trying to explain to the guard about the Tardis, but it was obvious the man wasn't concerned "It looks like a box, a big blue box. I'm sorry, but I really need it back. It's stuck out there."
"I'm sorry," Padra interrupted. "But my family were heading for the silo. Did they get here?"
"The computers are down but you can check the paperwork. Creet! Passenger needs help." A young man appears and Padra goes over to him.
"A blue box, you said."
"Big, tall, wooden. Says Police." The Doctor responded.
"We're driving out for the last water collection. I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you."
"Come on." They heard creet say. They follow him down the corridors listening to him calling out for Padra's familty.
"It's like a refugee camp." Martha commented.
"Stinking. Oh, sorry. No offence. Not you." Jack said.
"Don't you see that?" He said happily" The ripe old smell of humans. You survived. Oh, you might have spent a million years evolving into clouds of gas, and another million as downloads, but you always revert to the same basic shape. The fundamental humans. End of the universe and here you are. Indomitable! That's the word. Indomitable! Ha!"
Finally coming across Padra's family. He notices a door and heads over to it. He reaches into his Jacket and pulls out the sonic screwdriver and starts to examine the door.
"Captain Jack Harkness. And who are you?" He hears Jack say.
"Stop it. Give us a hand with this. It's half deadlocked. I need you to overwrite the code. Let's find out where we are." He hands Kiam off to Martha and continues to work on the door. Finally getting it open he sees a giant rocket just as he starts to fall into the silo. He feels a hand grab his arm roughly.
"Gotcha." Jack says.
"Thanks."
"How did you cope without me?" Jack asks smugly. He grins at Jack in response.
"They're not refugees, they're passengers." He realizes.
"He said they were going to Utopia." Martha speaks up.
"The perfect place. Hundred trillion years, it's the same old dream." He turned to Jack. "You recognize those engines?"
"Nope. Whatever it is, it's not rocket science. But it's hot, though."
He helps Jack shut the door. "Boiling. But if the universe is falling apart, what does Utopia mean?"
"The Doctor?" An older man says.
"That's me." He responds.
"Good! Good! Good. Good. Good. Good. Good. Good. Good. Good." The man grabs his arm and starts dragging him down the corridor.
"It's good apparently."
They reach a laboratory. He looks to make sure Martha had followed him with Kiam, before focusing on what the man is saying.
"Captain Jack Harkness." He hears and automatically responds "Stop it."
"Can't I say hello to anyone?"
He turns his attention back to the professor." And all this feeds into the rocket?" He asks.
"Yeah, except without a stable footprint, you see, we're unable to achieve escape velocity. If only we could harmonize the five impact patterns and unify them, well, we might yet make it. What do you think, Doctor? Any ideas?"
"Well, er, basically, sort of, not a clue." He finally admits. "I'm not from around these parts. I've never seen a system like it. Sorry."
"No, no. I'm sorry. It's my fault. There's been so little help."
"Oh, my God. You've got a hand? A hand in a jar. A hand in a jar in your bag."
Interested, he heads over, and looks at the jar. "But that, that, that's my hand."
"I said I had a Doctor detector." Jack says.
"What do you mean, that's your hand? You've got both your hands, I can see them." Martha says startled.
"Long story. I lost my hand Christmas Day, in a swordfight."
"What? And you grew another hand?"
"Er, yeah, yeah, I did. Yeah. Hello."
"Might I ask, what species are you?" The professor ask.
"Time Lord, one of the last of. Heard of them? Legend or anything? Not even a myth? Blimey, end of the universe is a bit humbling." He says looking at there blank faces.
"Chan it is said that I am the last of my species too tho."
"Sorry, what was your name?" He takes the squirming toddler out of Martha's arms and smiles as Kiam leans forward trying to grab the jar.
"My assistant and good friend, Chantho. A survivor of the Malmooth. This was their planet, Malcassairo, before we took refuge."
"The city outside, that was yours?" He ask curiously.
"Chan the conglomeration died tho."
"Conglomeration. That's what I said." He says happily.
"You're supposed to say sorry." Jack scolded him.
"Oh, yes. Sorry." He hoped he sounded sorry.
"You grew another hand?" Martha says again.
"Hello, again." He waves at her. Than stands up. He puts Kiam on his hip. "It's fine." He sticks his hand out at her and wiggles his fingers. "Look, really, it's me."
"All this time and you're still full of surprises."
"So what about those things outside? The Beastie Boys. What are they?"
Jack ask.
"We call them the Futurekind, which is a myth in itself, but it's feared they are what we will become, unless we reach Utopia."
"And Utopia is?"
"Oh, every human knows of Utopia. Where have you been?" The professor asks him.
"Bit of a hermit." He answers
"A hermit with friends and a child?"
"Hermits United. We meet up every ten years and swap stories about caves. It's good fun, for a hermit. So, er, Utopia?"
"The call came from across the stars, over and over again. Come to Utopia. Originating from that point." The professor responds.
"Where is that?" He leans over to look at the screen in front of him.
"Oh, it's far beyond the Condensate Wilderness, out towards the Wildlands and the Dark Matter reefs, calling us in. The last of the humans scattered across the night."
"What do you think's out there?"
"We can't know. A colony, a city, some sort of haven? The Science Foundation created the Utopia Project thousands of years ago to preserve mankind, to find a way of surviving beyond the collapse of reality itself. Now perhaps they found it. Perhaps not. But it's worth a look, don't you think?"
"Oh, yes. And the signal keeps modulating, so it's not automatic. That's a good sign someone's out there. And that's, oh, that's a navigation matrix. So you can fly without stars to guide you." He notices the glazed look on the man's face. "Professor? Professor? Professor."
"I, er, ahem, right, that's enough talk. There's work to do. Now if you could leave, thank you."
"You all right?"
"Yes, I'm fine. And busy."
"Except that rocket's not going to fly, is it? This footprint mechanism thing, it's not working."
"We'll find a way."
"You're stuck on this planet. And you haven't told them, have you? That lot out there, they still think they're going to fly."
"Well, it's better to let them live in hope."
"Quite right, too. And I must say, Professor er, what was it?"
"Yana."
"Professor Yana. This new science is well beyond me, but all the same, a boost reversal circuit, in any time frame, must be a circuit which reverses the boost. So, I wonder, what would happen if I did this?"
He passes Kiam back to Martha and sonics the end of a cable and pulls.
"But how did you do that?"
"Oh, we've been chatting away, I forgot to tell you. I'm brilliant." He boast. He walks over and picks up the wire sniffing it. "Is this?"
"Yes, gluten extract. Binds the neutralino map together." Yana replies.
"That's food. You've built this system out of food and string and staples? Professor Yana, you're a genius."
"Says the man who made it work."
"Oh, it's easy coming in at the end, but you're stellar. This is, this is magnificent. And I don't often say that because, well, because of me."
"Well, even my title is an affectation. There hasn't been such a thing as a university for over a thousand years. I've spent my life going from one refugee ship to another."
"If you'd been born in a different time, you'd be revered. I mean it. Throughout the galaxies."
"Oh, those damned galaxies. They had to go and collapse. Some admiration would have been nice. Yes, just a little, just once."
"Well, you've got it now. But that footprint engine thing. You can't activate it from onboard. It's got to be from here. You're staying behind. You'd give your life so they could fly?"
"Oh, I think I'm a little too old for Utopia. Time I had some sleep."
"Professor, tell the Doctor we've found his blue box." A voice says over the intercom.
"Professor, it's a wild stab in the dark, but I may just have found you a way out."