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"This is so boring!" Angie complained, skipping on the rock slabs around the edge of the lake.

"Hey. I'm sorry but I didn't expect to have to play nanny for you kids," Rex moaned.

"I think it's very interesting here," Artie smiled.

"See – your brother gets it," Rex argued.

"Can I at least play some music?" Angie pleaded.

"Yeah. Sure. But no-one of that boy band, One Direction rubbish!" Rex insisted, directing Angie to the speakers.

"Urgh! No way. Indie's my thing," Angie smiled, plugging her phone into the speakers, blasting her music room through the Torchwood Hub.

Rex nodded his head along to it. "Yeah. Alright I guess."

"Alright?" Angie cried. "This is Kasabian mate. 48:13. No better."

Artie sat by and watched, laughing beside the computers. The music was loud, blasting over the beeping from the computer screen as it flashed red with an alert. An image appeared on the monitor – black and white security footage. The footage showed the vaults under the Hub; the prisons. Slowly, from the end of the corridor, the Zygon that had once been the Doctor crawled out of its cell, snarling.

Within seconds, the entire Hub turned dark with red warning lights. Rex immediately turned to Artie.

"What happened?" he asked in panic.

"I dunno," Artie stuttered.

"What does the screen say?"

Artie turned to the screen. The footage was replaced with static. "Nothing . . . Hold on! Code Three."

"Oh, Jesus!" Rex gasped. Suddenly, he took Angie by the arm and led her to the door, gesturing for Artie to follow.

"What are you doing?" Angie asked. "What's going on?"

"Code Three – a creature's escaped from the cells. I need to get you two safe," Rex told them, scanning his eyes and finger into the door . . . It didn't open. "Damn it!"

"Why won't it let you out?" Artie asked.

"Lockdown procedure. We can't leave the Hub," Rex replying, scanning the room in fear. "Stay close. This is gonna be dangerous."

"What do we do now?" Rory asked. He and Sarah Jane had found their way to the tourist centre; they sat at seats as people crossed by them, unseen, as they spoke under their breaths, sipping on the juice Sarah had just brought back.

"Cybermen under Yellowstone – it can be nothing but evil, I tell you," Sarah frowned, sitting down opposite Rory.

"If only I had the Doctor's number," Rory groaned, gazing out across the park. "They must be, I dunno, hijacking the volcano or something . . ." Rory thought.

"Whatever they're doing, this is out of our depth. We need help," Sarah decided.

"Have a number?"

"Maybe," Sarah thought, her eyes suddenly glowing. "I used to have some contacts," she realised, pulled a small notepad from her inside pocket, "this is just for essentials . . . Let's see . . . Aha!" she cried.

"What is it?" Rory asked.

"UNIT! Just who we need!" Sarah laughed.

"Phone. Over there," Rory said, pointing to a pay phone by the gift shop.

Sarah smiled to Rory, then skipped off to the phone. Just before she pressed the number in, she turning back to Rory. "Got any coins?"

"Here," Rory called, throwing the contents of his pocket to Sarah.

"Thanks," she grinned. She paused, "Well, American coins would be useful, but I could do with these anyway," she laughed pocketing them.

Rory giggled to himself, sipping from his juice as Sarah haggled for coins from passers-by. He gazed out into the distance – the entire park stretching out in front of him. Beautiful.

A couple opposite him smiled and kissed in front of a camera, pulling faces and laughing together. A ginger haired woman and a tall, sandy hair man. It made Rory smile.

Slowly, he turned back to Sarah . . . A gasp . . .

The floor was littered with tourists on the ground. Motionless. Sarah stood amongst them as a Cyberman held her hands as she attempted to force her way free. The Cyberman fired, and the couple the Rory had watched fell to the floor. Rory gasped again, raising his arms in surrender.

Oh no.

A shudder! The pod was rocked to a side. There was a clank of metal, then a vacuumed sucking. Slowly, the pod door opened, and a woman crawled inside them pod.

Martha wheezed, coughing and spluttering as oxygen flooded back into her body. Her vision blurred – she could see Mickey, also scrambling back into life – and a blonde woman sat at the opening of the pod with blonde hair. Was Martha dreaming?

"Alright?" the woman sat with a grin.

"W-what's happening?" Mickey stuttered. "Oxygen . . . What's happened to the oxygen?"

"Don't worry," the blonde woman comforted them. "I've got oxygen feeding in through my ship. You'll be fine. Thank God I got here in time."

"I-I recognise your voice," Martha stuttered, holding her chest as she sucked the fresh air back into her lungs. "Have I met you before?"

"Yep. A while ago but I'd be shocked if you didn't remember me," the woman recalled.

"I remember . . ." Martha coughed, her eyes finally focusing onto the woman. She was young with a blonde ponytail, with a green top and dark trousers. "It's you!"

"Who?" Mickey wondered.

"Jenny," the woman grinned, shaking Mickey's weak hand. "Nice to meet you. I met you, Martha. Remember? Messaline."

"But you died! You were shot," Martha gasped.

"Time Lord, remember. I was made from the Doctor's cells; I can regenerate."

"What?" Mickey cried. "But that would make you . . . I dunno . . . The Doctor's daughter or something."

"Exactly," Jenny nodded. "I spotted your ship and locked on. It's only now that I recognise that beautiful face of Martha Jones."

"Thank you," Martha smiled, hugging Jenny. "Thank you."

"It's alright," Jenny laughed. "I didn't go out of my way or anything."

"You saved our lives!"

"Consider it repayment for the kindness you showed me the last time we met."

"So, how did this happen – floating about in a spaceship?"

"I . . . Acquired it," Jenny shrugged. "Woke up after I thought I died, then decided to rocket out across the universe. In my father's footsteps, I guess. Anyway, can't stay long. Sycorax causing some trouble. Would you allow me the pleasure of allowing one last favour?"

Martha gleamed. "Please. Thank you so much!"

"Anytime. I would give you my number but it's unlikely I'd answer to anyone," Jenny smiled. "Where abouts am I dropping you off?"

"Earth," Martha begged.

"Then it's sorted," Jenny smiled. "Come on in. Your ride's much too cramped."

"How much further?" Sally asked, watching London pass by from the backseat of the Torchwood van.

"In a hurry?" Jack joked.

"I don't understand any of this," Clara fussed, still rummaging through the file.

"Neither could we," Larry added. "A missing link, I recon. Something to join everything together."

"I know. But what?" Clara stuttered.

"Confusing, right?" Bad Wolf grinned, sat beside Clara, making her jump. "Don't speak, remember. And don't fuss; you'll work it out soon enough."

"Maybe it hasn't happened yet," Jack guessed, "the link, I mean. Maybe it all points to something in the future."

"Wrong again, Jack, hey," Bad Wolf joked, making Clara laugh.

"What was that?" Jack called.

"Nothing," Clara insisted, smiling. "Can he not see you?" she whispered to Bad Wolf.

She smiled. "If only. He'd love to see me again, but there'd be too many questions with too little time."

"She was being cheeky!" Larry teased.

Clara nodded to Larry subtly. "Why did you warn me?"

"Because you need to be careful around him," Bad Wolf warned. "It's not happened yet, but soon enough he's going to cause you a lot of trouble."

"Then give me a sign," Clara insisted.

"It's the eyes," Bad Wolf replied.

"Hurting again?" Sally asked, resting a hand on Larry's shoulder.

"Yeah," Larry nodded, rubbing his eyes. Clara could see properly through the mirror, but she was sure she could see fine grains fall from his eyes.

"I've got drops here," Sally said, rummaging through her back before pulling out eye drops, applying them to Larry's eyes.

Clara turned to Bad Wolf. "What is it?"

"All in due time," she teased, "but keep an eye open. Be aware. I'm busy at the moment so may not be able to help if you need it. I'm not just your fairy Godmother, you know. Just been half way across the universe – steering a woman called Jenny in the right direction. She'll be happy to see an old friend, I expect."

"Over there!" Artie cried, pointing behind the computers.

"I saw it too!" Angie agreed.

"Ok . . . Ok," Rex stuttered, raising the gun from his pocket. "Sorry if you have to see this kids. I'll tell you to look away."

"You may need extra eyes," Angie argued.

A pink mass shuffled, clawing through the darkness, hidden by the red lighting. Rex moved Angie and Artie back.

"There!" Angie screamed.

"Where?"

"There!"

"There isn't a very specific reply!"

"What do you want – GPS?!"

"This far underground?"

"Well sorry!"

Suddenly, the lights flickered out, plunging the room into darkness. Angie clutched her brother's hand. Rex squeezed Angie's arm. Then the hissing began.

Rex fired out of fear. The shot sparked, briefly illuminating the room. Was that the Zygon? There was something that had moved. Rex was sure it had been the Zygon.

"I don't like this," Artie whimpered.

"Stay close, Artie," Angie calmed him, hiding her fear.

The red lights flickered back, revealing the large Zygon in the centre of the room, snarling at Rex, hissing as pink goo oozed from its mouth.

"Close your eyes, kids," Rex cried as he fired the gun . . . Nothing happened. No bullets. "Damn it!" Rex cursed under his breath as the Zygon approached.

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