Angela lazed in bed, staring at the snowflakes falling outside her window. Earlier that night, she had given Jack what help she could with an alien insurgent. Needless to say, shit seemed to hit the fan before the situation was resolved at the last second.

It ate her inside, the horror that unknowing woman went through, killing everyone around her without any control. She felt her emotions go haywire in bed. She just wanted to rest, but her mind picked up the emotions from all the neighbors. She let go, allowing her psyche to flow through a sea of fantastical emotions flowing from the dreams of the nearby neighbors. Using her psychic abilities so deeply was taking its toll.

The snowflakes grew larger and fell a little faster, nearly whiting out the view from the window. Time went by unnoticed. She wasn't sure how long she drifted through everyone else's dreams before falling asleep.

Torchwood didn't finish their mission until late the next day. Jack made his way home as usual. Something was erie. He could put his finger on it at first. Then it hit him. There was no one around. No passersby. No cars in motion. He rushed home to check on his daughter.

As he approached the house a strong psychic projection flashed in his mind. A strange fog filled his vision with random objects catching his focus. He broke his mind from the visual projection and ran up the steps to Angela's bedroom.

"Angela!" She heard shortly before the door to her bedroom slammed against the wall, so hard a crack had formed in the plaster. She jolted upright. Jack ran to her and held her face, resting his forehead to hers. "Shhh, shhh, shh. Calm down. Everything's fine." Jack's own mind nudged at her own. All at once, she released the accidental mental hold she had on the minds she connected with before falling asleep.

"Jack," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to take over like that." She wrapped her arms around her father, sobbing into his shoulder. "Are they ok?"

"Yeah, they're fine. Just a few extra hours of sleep. Maybe some weird dreams if they remember your projections. Crisis averted… again."

Angela's head dropped at the reminder. "Yeah, about that…" Jack sensed her tone and kept his mouth shut. "I can't do that again. And I know, if I stay, you'll have some other crisis and I'll have to do that again."

"I don't blame you, kid. You have the whole neighborhood unconscious for an entire day. Where do you think you'll go?"

"Think I'll ring Martha. See what she thinks."

Jack came home after several long hours of fighting aliens. He found his wavy-haired daughter upstairs shoving folded clothes into a suitcase. He leaned on the door frame with his arms crossed. Angela felt his presence before he spoke. "Going somewhere?"

"London. Staying with Martha. She got me an interview with UNIT."

"Oh. So you'll work for them, but not Torchwood?" He nudged her with him elbow. "Wouldn't that be the same type of thing?"

"Not necessarily. I'm sure UNIT could really benefit from your camouflage technique. Not to mention, that immobilizing thing you do. You're quite stealthy, actually. Reconnaissance would suit you."

"I don't even know if I'll like it. But one favor for Torchwood drained me," she replied pointedly.

Jack half-smiled. "I get it. I'm hardly around. At least you know I'll always be around, right?"

She nodded and rushed to give a hug. "I'll be heading out soon."

A few awkward days of lonely lunches and introductions flew by in a haze. She was not offered an official position with UNIT, but they hired her as a psychic consultant. Orientation was taking quite a while. They wanted her shadowing in every division to understand their operations and write a report where her skills may be of use. Martha kept egging her on to talk to random people in the Café.

Today felt like a good day to try. The was a guy grabbing condiments she passed by. She wasn't sure was to say so she just winged it. "Which one is your favorite?"

The guys stopped moving for a moment, taking in her words. His longer face and prominent chin were cute. He smiled at her like she said something funny, maybe she did.

"I don't really have one. Do you?"

"Uhh, no. Me neither." She giggled, slightly embarrassed.

"I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new?"

"Yeah, I'm just consulting though."

"The name's Jenkins. Ross Jenkins," he said while holding his hand out for a handshake.

Angela giggled again. "I love James Bond!" She said as she shook his hand.

"Oh, something in common. Well what's your name?"

"Angela Harkess."

"Wow. Very festive…. Hey, do you wanna sit together and talk some more?"

"Sure."

Martha's nose was assaulted with the smell of savory meat and fried vegetables when she opened the door to her flat. A smirk spread across her face knowing Angel Angela was experimenting in the kitchen. She pulled her shoes off and headed to the kitchen.

"Martha! You won't believe it," Angela said as soon as Martha entered the room. Martha jumped, not expecting the energetic outburst from her comrade.

"Won't believe what?"

"I've got a date!" Angela said wide eyed with a huge smile plastered to her face. Martha was a bit concerned, but happy for her nonetheless.

"Now that's quick work on your part, Angela. But, uh, d'you know what happens when adults start to date?" Martha said full of concern for the grief Angela still had over her lost babies.

"Of course. I was actually wondering if you could give me some birth control?"

UNIT sent Angela out for a stealth recon mission to Adipose Industries. She lurked on the streets decked out in a black pantsuit with a fedora tipped to one side. She had been lurking around for days before the Doctor appeared. She had asked UNIT permission to engage with him, but they requested her not to and to just keep an eye on him.

Everything seemed fine until the window cleaner's lift started going haywire. Angela moved into position to attempt softening the dangling redheaded woman's fall, but it wasn't necessary. By the end of the night, thousands of lumpy fat glob creatures gathered on the streets. They all floated up into the circular ship hovering above London.

A woman levitated in one of the beams of light. She suddenly came crashing down to her death. Angela caught the woman's momentum with her mind, but the sudden stop was too strong and the woman died anyway. Angela was stunned. She hadn't planned on having to catch a falling person with her abilities before, but now she felt like a complete imbecile.

She leaned against the building waiting for the Doctor to come out. Her mind went over the physics of the fall and how she could've saved that woman if she just trained her abilities to be gentler. After a few more self-defeating thoughts came and went, she saw him exit the building with the redhead while tossing a pen in the rubbish bin. She waited for the two to leave before digging the pen out to inspect it.

"Oh my God, it's sonic!" Angela's voice rang out in the thin night air. She swiftly clipped it to her breast pocket. She pulled out her mobile and called Ross to see if she could see him and just to talk about her day. He swiftly agrees to a spontaneous date.