Clara and The Doctor followed Martha into a neat looking room fit with sofas and a TV. Over the fireplace were various photos of people Clara recognised from The Doctors timeline, but she couldn't put any names to the faces she could seen. Her mind was still hazy from that whole experience.

"Do you want anything to eat or drink? Tea? Coffee?" Martha bustled around the room tidying away magazines and old books.

"Oooh yes tea please! And do you have any jammie dodgers, I love jammie dodgers, jammie dodgers are cool! What about you Clara?"

"Yeah, tea sounds great! Do you need any help?" She started to get up but Martha motioned for her to sit back down.

"No, don't worry it's fine." Martha smilies, she liked Clara. She seemed like a nice girl, but she looked familiar. Thinking it was nothing, she wandered into the kitchen to make the drinks and hunt for the Jamie dodgers that the Doctor had requested.

In the other room Clara was staring at the photos again. There was wedding photos, photos of Martha graduating from medical school. Photos of Mickey with a blonde haired woman and a man with sticky out ears. So many photos, but none of them compared to the largest one, centre of the mantelpiece. In it was so many people all smiling away happily at the camera, they surrounded an ageing police box, the Tardis. Instantly she recognised the photo, she didn't know if it was from one of her past lives but she had defiantly been there when that photo was taken, all because she had took it.

"Oh I remember that!" The voice meant Clara jump.

"Who are they, Doctor?" Clara asked curiously.

"Well look going left to right there's Sarah Jane, Mickey, Martha, Jackie Tyler" he shuddered as he said that name. "And then there's Rose, My clone, me, Donna and-"

"And Captain Cheesecake!" Exclaimed Mickey smiling. "So Martha tells me we have some visitors." Right on cue in came Martha carrying a tray with hot steaming cups of tea and a plate Jamie dodgers.

"Oh Jamie Dodgers!" The Doctor grabbed the plate excitedly. Martha and Mickey stared at him while Clara just laughed. "What?"

Mickey spoke. "Oh nothing your just-"

"Different, I know. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It's just that I regenerated soon after I helped you that time, with the sontaran. I changed. But I still have all my memories. Up here" he tapped his temples.

"Really?" Martha asked.

"Yeah, really." The Doctor nodded, stuffing himself with a Jammie dodger.

"Like that time with the whole gang? And when we all drove the Tardis?" Mickey said fondly, glancing at the photo on the mantelpiece.

"Yeah!" The Doctor smiled. He had missed them all so much, his friends.

"So Doctor, how long has it been then, since Donna and Rose and everything that happened?" Martha asked. She had always been curious of what he had done since then. How many people he had travelled with, what he had done.

The Doctor grimaced. "Ermm, well I was 903 when I travelled with Donna. 906 when regenerated. And now, now I'm around 1200. So...I'm guessing it's been a while."

"WHAT?" Martha shouted, standing up and staring at him. "Are you saying that I haven't seen you in 294 years?" Martha's eyes filled with tears, she got ready to slap him again but Mickey ran over the comfort her.

"Shhhh, it's okay Marth, don't worry. Everything's going to be okay." He shot The Doctor a glare. "And YOU could have visited us, which makes me wonder, Doctor, why are you here? All of a sudden, out of the blue?"

Clara decided it was time she stepped in. "Um that was me, I was bugging him how he never visited anyone, any of his friends.."

"And you are?" Mickey asked turning to face her.

"Oh sorry i haven't introduced myself. I'm Clara Oswald or as he calls me The Impossible Girl." She smiled and laughed to herself, trying to lighten the now dampened mood.

"Nice to meet you Clara, I'm Mickey Smith or has he used to call me Rickey." He smiled back. This girl looked familiar to him.

"See I always preferred Mickey the Idiot." Once more his voice had gone into the Scottish accent causing them all to stared at him, mouths open. "What?" He replied, once more recognising no change whatsoever.

"Listen here Chin boy you've got some explaining to do. Why the Galifray does you voice keep changing." Clara questioned, turning to face him with her arms folded across her chest.

"Yeah." Martha chipped in. "You sound like, like how you used to. Remember with the sideburns, and the suit with the converse."

"Oh great! Is that happening again?" The Doctor shook his head.

"What happening again?" Mickey asked.

"Well whenever I'm around people from my past, the other versions of me from that time in my life try and get out. See isn't that FANTASTIC! Oh god I can't stop now. It should wear off in a few minutes so it shouldn't bother you too much. "

"Oh great you sounded just like old big ears, with the leather jacket." Mickey piped up.

"Oy! I liked that look. I was so sassy. So anyway." he started trying to steer the conversation away from him. "I bet your wondering why you recognise Clara here."

"How did you know that?" Martha and Mickey asked.

"I ask myself that everyday how he knows everything but sometimes it better just to leave it. So have you figured it out yet?" Clara smiled up at the confused couple who were still standing in the middle of the room.

"I've got to call Jack. Right. Now. He is going to love this!" Martha ran to the phone in the hallway. After multiple cups of tea and many Jammie dodgers Clara had finished explaining how she was The Impossible Girl.

"So just to clarify I've met you four times?" Mickey asked still fascinated by the topic.

"Yep." Clara smiled. "I was there when you guys were in Wales chasing the Slitheen, when you investigated that school with Sarah Jane, when you went to 18th century France and of course when that photo was taken." Nodding at the photo, she turned to The Doctor. "Sorry whose Jack again?"

"He's a time traveller and he works at Torchwood." The Doctor explained. "Captain Jack Harkness is his name."

"And what is he the captain of exactly?" She asked.

"The innuendo squad." Mickey smiled. He loved teasing Jack, that's what made them such good friends.

The Doctor laughed "It's not his real name you know. When I met him in 1941 during the London Blitz, back then he was a Time Agent and con man from the 51st century. But now he lives in Cardiff and runs Torchwood."

"So Mickey where do you work?" Clara asked.

"Same place, Torchwood! with Jack, Martha and Gwen. It's mostly the boring computer stuff what I do but every once in a while we get to kick some alien butt!" He pretend to do some karate moves making Clara double over laughing, while The Doctor sneakily helped himself to yet another Jammie Dodger.

"Hey! Don't think I've haven't got my eye on you chin boy!" Clara said playfully, hitting him across the head. The Doctor just laughed, smiling at Clara. "So what is Torchwood exactly?"

"Your full of questions today, aren't you?" The Doctor teased. "So Torchwood was an organisation founded in 1879 by Queen Vic basically to protect the British Empire from alien threat and stuff like that blah blah blah. And since then it has branched out across the Empire. Before 2007 it's leading branch was Torchwood One in London, but now it's Torchwood Three in Cardiff. And that is the best one, the one where Jackie boy works!"

"Wow, this is lots to take in." Clara replied.

Suddenly Martha came back in the room, her face spread into a huge grin. She couldn't hold her excitement any longer. Facing The Doctor she said "Well Doctor, looks like we've got ourselves a little reunion on our hands. Go fetch the Tardis because we're going to Torchwood."