The patients were at touching distance, they were done for. Nothing could save them. The Doctor couldn't even save them. They were dead.

However, the Doctor frowned, stepping towards them. "Go to your room." Suddenly, every patient stood still. It was as if they were alarmed, like a timid child.

He spoke again. "Go to your room. I mean it. I'm very, very angry with you. I am very, very cross. Go to your room!"

As if on command, they all turned their heads to the side in shame and shuffled back to their original positions. They stepped back into the light, just as they laid back on their beds and appeared to go to sleep immediately.

"I'm really glad that worked. Those would have been terrible last words." He joked.

Willow was still quite confused about what had just occurred. "What did you do?"

"Sent them to their rooms, which is their original positions." The Doctor explained.

"I thought we were going to end up like them for a moment."

Rose, Jack and Willow wandered around the patients for a bit, inspecting them. She raised her eyebrows. "Why are they all wearing gas masks?"

"They're not." Jack commented. "Those masks are flesh and bone."

"How was your con supposed to work?" The Doctor asked, changing the subject once again to Jack's dismay.

"Simple enough, really. Find some harmless piece of space junk, let the nearest Time Agent track it back to Earth, convince him it's valuable, name a price." He clarified, discussing how he almost got away with it. "When he's put fifty percent up front, oops! A German bomb falls on it, destroys it forever. He never gets to see what he's paid for; never knows he's been had. I buy him a drink with his own money, and we discuss dumb luck. The perfect self-cleaning con."

It's official. Captain Jack Harkness is a sweet-talking arse who only cares about himself. Willow was wrong to trust him.

"Yeah. Perfect." The Doctor said in a sarcastic manner.

"The London Blitz is great for self-cleaners. Pompeii's nice if you want to make a vacation of it though, but you've got to set your alarm for volcano day. Getting a hint of disapproval."

The Doctor grew annoyed of this man very quickly. "Take a look around the room. This is what your harmless piece of space-junk did."

"It was a burnt-out medical transporter. It was empty." He argued in return.

He shook his head in disagreement and started to head for the door "Rose. Willow." He beckoned them to follow.

"Are we getting out of here?" She questioned him.

"We're going upstairs."

Jack swallowed and stormed up to them, still talking about his reason for the con "I even programmed the flight computer so it wouldn't land on anything living. I harmed no-one. I don't know what's happening here, but believe me, I had nothing to do with it."

"I'll tell you what's happening." He glanced at him, his face in a form of rage. "You forgot to set your alarm clock. It's volcano day."

All of a sudden, a siren went off that alarmed them. Rose's face frowned in confusion. "What's that?"

"The all clear." Jack told her.

The Doctor rolled his eyes, opening the doors. "I wish."

And with that last sentence; the group left the ward and headed down the hospital hallway.

***

The Doctor went ahead of us; it was hard to keep up with him. They turned a corner to find that he somehow disappeared from sight.

"Mister Spock?" Jack called out with no response.

"Doctor?" Willow shouted, pacing down the hallway.

They ran past a staircase in a hurry. However, before she passed, Willow noticed the Doctor had climbed up the stairs.

He looked down. "Have you got a blaster?"

The others stopped in their tracks and backed up. Rose smiled as Jack replied to him. "Sure!"

Soon enough, they ran up to join him. They walked through another hallway until encountering a metal door that was locked on both sides. "The night your space-junk landed; someone was hurt. This was where they were taken."

"What happened?" Rose asked.

"Let's find out." He turned to Jack, commanding him. "Get it open."

Rose pulled him aside, out of Jack's reach and whispered. "What's wrong with your sonic screwdriver?"

"Nothing." He replied as Jack's blaster disintegrated the lock; meaning that we were able to go inside the room. "Sonic blaster, fifty first century. Weapon Factories of Villengard?"

Jack sighed and stared at him with scepticism. "You've been to the factories?"

"Once."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Well, they gone now, destroyed. The main reactor went critical. Vaporised the lot."

"Like I said. Once. There's a banana grove there, now. I like bananas." He turned to Willow with a grin. "Bananas are good."

"I was force fed them, once." She replied.

"Good?"

"No! It was baby food."

He shrugged. "What's wrong with mushed up food?"

"Nice blast pattern." Rose complimented Jack.

Rose has a thing for any boy she meets. She is not getting with Jack; not if Willow had anything to do with it.

"Digital." He said.

"Squareness gun."

"Yeah."

"I like it." She said with a flirtatious grin.

"Oh, you like anything with nice hair and an accent." Willow commented, stepping inside the room after the Doctor.

The dim lighting showed most of the damage inside. Filing cabinets were strewed along the floor, paper was on every desk and wall. Electronic equipment was left unbroken; however, several scratches were seen across it. She noticed a shattered observation window above it, showing the other side of the room; something powerful broke it.

The Doctor perched his eyes upon every piece of furniture to the edge of the wall. "What do you think?" He said, quizzing them.

"Something got out of here." Jack touched the remaining pieces of glass that was scattered across the desk.

"Well done, clever clogs!" Willow sarcastically smiled, still furious with him.

"Yeah. And?" The Doctor said, unceasing.

"Something powerful. Angry."

"Powerful and angry." He said wandering into the second part of the room, where several drawn pictures were hung on the wall and thrashed onto the ground. They look like the type of drawings a toddler would do, with different colours of crayons.

"A child?" Jack inspected one of the drawings. "I suppose this explains Mummy."

Rose stood in the room, stunned. "How could a child do this?"

However, before her question could be answered, the Doctor switched on a tape machine that started playing a recording.

"Do you know where you are?" A man spoke on the recording. Willow couldn't recognise the voice; the Doctor seemed to know all too well though.

"Are you my mummy?" The child she saw on the rooftop, before the barrage balloon took a hold of her, spoke.

"Are you aware of what's around you? Can you see?" The man asked him.

"Are you my mummy?"

"What do you want? Do you know-"

The child interrupted. "I want my mummy. Are you my mummy? I want my mummy! Are you my mummy? Are you my mummy? Mummy? Mummy?"

"Doctor, I've heard this voice before." mentioned Willow, remembering the barrage balloon situation.

The Doctor nods, still looking at the tape. "Me too."

"Mummy?"

"Always are you my mummy? Like he doesn't know." Rose pointed out.

"Mummy?"

She bit her lip with a sense of sadness in her voice. "Why doesn't he know?"

"Are you there, mummy? Mummy?" He continued.

The Doctor shook his head, entering the second part of the room. He scratched his head, placing his hands along the walls and listening in to them.

"Mummy? Please, mummy? Mummy?"

"Doctor?" Willow asked, questioning his actions.

"Can you sense it?"

Jack frowned, crossing his arms. "Sense what?"

"Coming out of the walls. Can you feel it?" He said with a bit of a cry.

"Mummy?"

He looked at us in confusion as they stood in stunned silence. "Funny little human brains. How do you get around in those things?"

Willow turned to Jack. "When he's stressed, he likes to insult species."

"Willow, I'm thinking." He says.

Rolling her eyes, she continued. "He cuts himself shaving, he does half an hour on life forms he's cleverer than-"

"There are these children living rough round the bomb sites. They come out during air-raids looking for food." He explains, interrupting her.

"Mummy, please?"

"Suppose they were there when this thing, whatever it was, landed?"

"It was a med-ship." Jack argued, going on about the subject. "It was harmless."

"Yes, you keep saying harmless." He said with a slight hint of annoyance and stress; he strolled to the observation window and stood in front of them. "Suppose one of them was affected, altered?"

"Altered how?" Rose asked.

However, Willow was caught unaware after a clicking sound began in the other part of the room. End of the tape; but that wasn't the thing that creeped her out the most.

"I'm here!" The child said, although it didn't come from the tape.

Her eyes widened as she listened in; the Doctor continued to speak. "It's afraid. Terribly afraid and powerful. It doesn't know it yet, but it will do. It's got the power of a god, and I just sent it to its room."

"Yeah... about that..." She said, hesitantly.

"I'm here. Can't you see me?"

"The tape ended thirty seconds ago." All of a sudden, they all glared at her in dismay. "So why can we still hear the child's voice?"

The Doctor froze in fear with a nervous grin perched upon his face. "I sent it to its room. This is it's room."

He turned around, revealing the small gas masked child she had seen on the roof standing on the other side of the observation window. He stared at them with an eerie expression, creaking his neck to the side.

"Are you my mummy? Mummy?" His dark eyes looked through them like a window.

"Doctor?" Rose said in a state of panic.

Jack twiddled through his pockets, prepping his blaster. "Okay, on my signal make for the door."

"Mummy?"

He grabbed something and pulled it out, pointing at the child. "Now!"

However, his blaster was replaced by a yellow banana. He examined it with confusion as the Doctor pulled out the real blaster from his belt; shooting it at the wall. It made a square hole in the wall, big enough for a person to climb through.

"Go now!" He commanded, running towards the hole at full speed. "Don't drop the banana!"

"Why not?!" Jack questioned, following behind.

"Good source of potassium!"

The group climbed through the square hole into another hallway. Gasping for breath, Jack turned to the Doctor. "Give me that!"

He snatched the blaster and fired it at the wall, repairing the damage as if it were never made. The child cried through the wall, continually saying 'Mummy' over and over again like a ritual.

"Digital rewind. Nice switch." He threw the banana at the Doctor who caught it neatly.

The Doctor shrugged, checking the banana. "It's from the groves of Villengard. I thought it was appropriate."

"There's really a banana grove in the heart of Villengard and you did that?"

"Bananas are good." He chuckled before a sudden bang alerted them. The child was breaking through the walls with his bare hands; he really was powerful.

"Doctor!" Rose shouted in fear.

He started to jog down the hallway. "Come on!"

They reached a double door that quickly opened to reveal the patients, walking towards them. They were chanting the same thing as the child "Mummy. Mummy. Mummy."

Running in the opposite direction, the four came across another group of patients coming from the other end.

"It's keeping us here till it can get at us." The Doctor theorised.

Jack grew concerned, checking how far away the patients were. "It's controlling them?"

"It is them." Sneaking out the sonic screwdriver, the Doctor scanned them. "It's every living thing in this hospital."

"Okay. This can function as a sonic blaster, a sonic cannon, and as a triple-enfolded sonic disrupter. Doc, what you got?"

"I've got a sonic, er." His eyes widened as he primed the screwdriver. "Oh, never mind."

"What?"

"It's sonic, okay? Let's leave it at that." Willow noticed his cheeks turning a pale pink.

"Disrupter? Cannon? What?" Jack pressured him.

His face was now a burning red as he squeaked up. "It's sonic! Totally sonic! I am sonicked up!"

"A sonic what?!"

He finally turned in annoyance and embarrassment. "Screwdriver!"

The child pushed on the wall for the last time; breaking through. Willow panicked, grabbing Jack's blaster and turning it towards the ground. Pressing one of the buttons, the floor disappeared in a flash. They fell through, just as the infected patients were about to catch them.

Landing on the ground, Jack pointed his blaster up at the ceiling. The floor above rapidly reappeared.

"Doctor, are you okay?" Rose queried him.

He sighed, cracking his back as he stood up. "Could've used a warning."

"Oh, the gratitude!" Willow rolled her eyes in disgust.

"Who has a sonic screwdriver?" He asked.

"I do."

Rose frowned, due to the darkness of the room and the inability to see anything. "Lights."

However, Jack continued to mock the Doctor. "Who looks at a screwdriver and thinks, ooo, this could be a little more sonic?"

"What, you've never been bored?" The Doctor replied.

"There's got to be a light switch." She said, still searching the walls for any type of switch.

"Never had a long night? Never had a lot of cabinets to put up?" Just as the Doctor spoke, Rose found the switch and turned on the lights. Suddenly, another group of patients sat up from their beds in alarm.

"Mummy. Mummy." They said, waking up.

"Door." Jack commanded, pointing towards a doorway.

The group ran straight for it, however, they found the door to be locked. Jack tried the blaster, but it wouldn't work. "Damn it!" Jack said, overreacting.

The patients soon leapt from their beds and came for them. "Mummy."

"It's the special features. They really drain the battery."

"The battery?" Willow cried, before scoffing. "It's good that a screwdriver doesn't do that!"

The Doctor finally unlocked the door with the sonic screwdriver, letting them inside the storeroom. Though she was afraid, Willow burst out laughing about Jack's ruddy blaster. "That's so lame!"

"I was going to send for another one," He turned towards the Doctor in irritation. "But somebody's got to blow up the factory."

"Oh, I know. First day I met him, he blew my job up. That's practically how he communicates." Rose joked.

"Oh, that was him!" She pointed at the Doctor.

He sonicked the door over and over, making sure it was locked. "Okay, that door should hold it for a bit."

"The door? The wall didn't stop it!" Jack protested.

"Well, it's got to find us first! Come on, we're not done yet! Assets, assets!" He searched the room carefully for any exits.

"Well, I've got a banana, and, in a pinch, you could put up some shelves."

Biting his lip, he stormed up to the barred window in response. "Window."

"Barred. Sheer drop outside. Seven stories." He commented, pointing out the noticeable flaws.

Rose wandered over to an old wheelchair. "And no other exits."

"Well, the assets conversation went in a flash, didn't it?"

Rolling his eyes, the Doctor glared at Willow. "So, where'd you pick this one up, then?"

She sighed. "Doctor-"

"She was hanging from a barrage balloon; I had an invisible spaceship. I never stood a chance." Jack said, interrupting her.

Looking away from Jack, infuriated, he continued his search for a way out. "Okay. One, we've got to get out of here. Two, we can't get out of here. Have I missed anything?"

"Yeah. Jack just disappeared." Willow commented, pointing in the direction he vanished from.

The Doctor curled his lips in disgust, due to the fact that Jack was a greedy, American conman.

Willow had enough of men at this point, she wondered if they were all like this.

***

"Okay, so he's vanished into thin air. Why is it always the great looking ones who do that?" Rose murmured with irritation.

"I'm making an effort not to be insulted." The Doctor smirked.

"I mean, men."

He jumped down from the window and waltzed over to her. "Okay, thanks, that really helped."

All of a sudden, a broken radio crackled to life. A recognisable voice came on, speaking to them. "Willow? Rose? Doctor? Can you hear me? I'm back on my ship."

It was Jack, Willow smirked sarcastically. "Of course, you are!"

"Used the emergency teleport. Sorry I couldn't take you." He continued. "It's security-keyed to my molecular structure."

"Of course, it is!"

"I'm working on it. Hang in there."

"For how long?"

"How're you speaking to us?" The Doctor questioned.

"Om-Com. I can call anything with a speaker grill."

"Now there's a coincidence." He said ironically.

"What is?" He asked.

"The child can Om-Com, too."

Willow blinked, rapidly. "He can?"

"Anything with a speaker grill. Even the TARDIS phone."

"What, you mean the child can phone us-?"

"And I can hear you." They all stepped back in alarm when the child's voice came on. "Coming to find you. Coming to find you." He said in a playful but creepy manner.

"Ok... that's creepy!"

Over the radio, Jack spoke again. "Doctor, can you hear that?"

"Loud and clear."

"I'll try to block out the signal. Least I can do."

Suddenly, the child spoke again. "Coming to find you, mummy."

"Remember this one, Willow?" He said to her before the song, 'Moonlight Serenade', came on.

She grinned, swinging her arms a bit. However, both the Doctor and Rose stared at her with confusion and dismay.

"Our song." They nodded, smiling sarcastically.

***

After a while, the trio were relaxing in the storeroom and doing their own things. Rose was swinging on a broken wheelchair, the Doctor was trying to 'resonate concrete' and Willow was fiddling with anything she came across. At some points, she did find myself swaying to the music like her and Jack did by Big Ben; perhaps he wasn't that much of a jerk after all. There is the saying 'don't judge a book by its cover', so maybe there is some good in him.

"What you doing?" Rose questioned, staring at him.

"Trying to set up a resonation pattern in the concrete, loosen the bars." He replied, scanning the walls.

Willow crossed her arms, strolling up to him. "You don't think he's coming back, do you?"

"Wouldn't bet my life."

Rose raised her eyebrows in confusion. "Why don't you trust him?"

"Why do you?"

Willow lifted her hand, making a statement. "He saved my life. Bloke-wise, that's up there with flossing. I trust him because he's like you. Except with dating and dancing... and being an arrogant jerk at points."

They both watched as the Doctor rolled his eyes in disgust. Rose crossed her arms, glancing up at the Doctor. "What?"

"You just assume I'm-" He paused, turning back to resonating concrete.

"What?"

He rolled his eyes once again. "You just assume that I don't dance."

"What, are you telling us you do dance?" wondered Willow, surprised by his insinuation.

"Nine hundred years old, me. I've been around a bit." He said, enthusiastically. "I think you can assume at some point I've danced."

"You?"

"Problem?" He questioned.

"Doesn't the universe implode or something if you dance?" Rose questioned.

"Well, I've got the moves, but I wouldn't want to boast."

Rolling her eyes, Willow waltzed over to the radio and turned up the volume. Rose smiled as she wandered back over and held out her hand, beckoning the Doctor to join her. He turned his head around, glaring at her with utter bewilderment.

"You've got the moves? Show me your moves." She grinned.

He frowned, his mouth drooping. "Willow, I'm trying to resonate concrete."

"Jack will be back. He'll get us out. So, come on. The world doesn't end because the Doctor dances." She persisted.

The Doctor finally complied, stepping down from the window. He took her hands with grace and held them close. It felt strange; she liked it though. Her breath became still as he stroked her hands gently, it was somewhat soothing to the touch. She couldn't stop looking into his brooding eyes; they were so old but yet so tender.

"Barrage balloon?" Willow snapped out of her daze as the Doctor spoke.

"What?"

"You were hanging from a barrage balloon."

"Oh, yeah. About two minutes after you left me. Thousands of feet above London, middle of a German air-raid, Neon Yellow all over my chest." She explained.

"I've travelled with a lot of people, but you two setting new records for jeopardy friendly." He said to both girls.

"Is this you dancing?" She queried as he continues to examine her palms. "Because I've got notes."

"Hanging from a rope thousands of feet above London. Not a cut, not a bruise." He proceeded.

"Yeah, I know. Captain Jack fixed me up."

"Oh, we're calling him Captain Jack now, are we?"

Sighing, she let go of his hands. "Well, his name's Jack and he's a Captain."

"He's not really a Captain, Willow." He commented with a devilish smile.

"Do you know what I think? I think you're experiencing Captain envy." Willow beamed, taking his hands once more pulling him in closer. "You'll find your feet at the end of your legs. You may care to move them."

"If ever he was a Captain, he's been defrocked."

"Well, it's all about Captain Jack tonight, isn't it?" She mentioned before noticing something was off about the room.

"Actually, I quit. Nobody takes my frock." The three all turned to find they were now on Jack's ship, next to Big Ben once more.

"Most people notice when they've been teleported. You guys are so sweet. Sorry about the delay. I had to take the nav-com offline to override the teleport security." Willow perceived Rose edging closer to him; she started to swoon a little even.

"You spent ten minutes overriding your own protocols? Maybe you should remember whose ship it is." The Doctor said, crossing his arms.

"Oh, I do. She was gorgeous. Like I told her, be back in five minutes."

"As I said," They all glared at Willow. "Player."

"This is a Chula ship." The Doctor pointed out.

He nodded in return. "Yeah, just like that medical transporter. Only this one is dangerous."

Clicking his fingers, the glowing specks from earlier leapt onto the Doctor's hands. They were healing him, just as they healed Willow.

"They're what fixed my hands up." She mentioned. "Jack called them... Nanobots?"

"Nanogenes."

"Nanogenes, that's the one!"

He started to explain. "Sub-atomic robots. There's millions of them in here, see? Burned my hand on the console when we landed. All better now. They activate when the bulk head's sealed. Check you out for damage, fix any physical flaws. Take us to the crash site. I need to see your space junk."

"As soon as I get the nav-com back online. Make yourself comfortable. Carry on with whatever it was you were doing." Jack told them.

"We were talking about dancing." He said.

"It didn't look like talking."

"It didn't feel like dancing." Willow stated, saddened that he did not dance with her like she had wanted.

***

After a while, they settled down in his ship. All of them were keen to know Jack's story and why he became a con man. Although the Doctor listened in, he was working on other things at the same time.

"So, you used to be a Time Agent now you're trying to con them?" Rose questioned.

"If it makes me sound any better, it's not for the money." He explained, reassuring the three.

"For what then?" queried Willow.

He frowned, sighing. "Woke up one day when I was still working for them, found they'd stolen two years of my memories. I'd like them back."

Rose gasped slightly, shocked. "They stole your memories?"

"Two years of my life. No idea what I did. Your friend over there doesn't trust me, and for all I know he's right not to." He bit his lip, turning around to work on the nav-com. "Okay, we're good to go. Crash site?"

"Yeah." The Doctor stormed over to help Jack.

Boys and their toys; you can never separate them.

Willow blinked as her head started to hurt, painfully. She started to gasp for breath; everything went wonky. It felt like she was falling. In the background; she heard Rose's cries for help. However, Willow couldn't hear what she was saying. Soon enough, everything went dark.

***

Raven sat alone in the forest, almost like every day. This day was different though. Today was her initiation for the Academy. According to her father, eight-year-old Gallifreyan children are supposed to look into 'The Untempered Schism' and gaze into the unknown regions of space and time. He told her that it was part of the time vortex. It was said that the time vortex was interwoven with different places and times. They entangled in infinite majesty; you could see the end of the days or the beginning of time.

Although, Raven was terrified. The accompanying stories she had heard were beyond belief, but yet they truly happened. You can either be inspired, run away or go insane. The insane ones tend to gain their madness later in life, slowly growing within them like a parasite.

"Hey, Raven!" She turned to find Koschei, wandering up to her. She beamed a little, but it showed her anxiety too well. "I know you're nervous. But it'll be ok." His voice started to fade a little.

"Willow, can you hear me?" An American voice came through Koschei's mouth.

Lights started blinking rapidly, as if she was being pulled out of something. The bright light covered the land; Koschei faded out of sight. Soon enough, she fell through the ground and found herself in a comfortable laying position. Voices flooded from all around.

***

"Willow?" A northern voice said.

She opened my eyes, her sight was hazy but it was good enough to see. The Doctor, Jack and Rose looked down at her with concerned expressions. "What happened?"

"You fainted," She explained "We couldn't wake you up for 15 minutes."

"15 minutes?" Scared by the prospect of time passing quicker than she had first imagined. "I was only asleep for a few seconds though."

"Time runs differently in dreams." He stroked her hair. "You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She replied, lightly smiling. Willow straightened up her body, stretching as she sat up. Jack wandered over to the front of the ship and flicked a few buttons.

"Ok, we've landed." He said, pulling a lever then leaving out of a door. She stumbled out behind, regaining her balance with the others herp.

She was unsure what had just happened, but her dreams were getting worse every day; she didn't know what she was supposed to do. Willow couldn't tell Rose and she was sure that the Doctor wouldn't understand either. He had been trying his hardest to figure out why she was having these dreams, but it appeared to have come with no avail.

It was hopeless.

***

They arrived at Limehouse Green, where there were many guards on duty, they all seemed to be guarding one place though. The group walked up to a good hiding place and watched the guards from a distance.

"There it is. Hey, they've got Algy on duty. It must be important." Jack stated, pointing at a light-haired man in an army green suit and hat.

The Doctor nodded in his direction. "We've got to get past him."

"Are the words distract the guard heading in my general direction?" Rose started to primp herself, making her look good. Willow rolled her eyes, unceasingly until the Rose glimpsed an evil stare.

"I don't think that'd be such a good idea." His American voice made Rose stop immediately.

She laughed as if he were stupid. "Don't worry I can handle it."

"I've got to know Algy quite well since I've been in town. Trust me, you're not his type." Willow noticed Rose biting her lip in frustration, she snickered under her breath. "I'll distract him. Don't wait up." He commanded us, storming over to Algy with a firm smile.

After he was out of reach, the Doctor tried to reassure Rose. "Relax, he's a fifty first century guy. He's just a bit more flexible when it comes to dancing."

She paused, thinking for a moment. "How flexible?"

"Well, by his time, you lot have spread out across half the galaxy." His words were starting to make sense; Willow realised what he meant by '51st century guy'.

She widened her eyes. "Meaning?"

"So many species, so little time."

Rose lightly gagged in annoyance. "What, that's what we do when we get out there? That's our mission? We seek new life, and, and-" She said, hesitating a little.

"Dance." The Doctor said with a smirk.

They observed as Jack confronted his friend, however, something felt off. But soon everything went out of focus again, Willow heading back into her dream state.

***

She was in the forest, sitting on the grass with Koschei who was trying to assure her that there was nothing wrong.

"My mother said that you should only look in it for three seconds; otherwise you'll turn insane like those in the Citadel. Mad on war, they are." He explained.

Raven shook her head. "I don't want to look in it at all. My father was inspired, but I feel like I might run."

"I know you won't." He placed a hand on hers, comforting his friend. "I know you, and I promise you that you won't end up insane or a coward."

She sighed, however, he lifted up her head with his other hand and smiled. "I promise, Raven."

He leaned in closer, although she instead jumped on him and smothered him with hugs. "You're my best friend, Koschei."

Raven thought she heard him grin, but it seemed that sadness was surrounding them; swallowing the two whole.

***

Willow blinked out of her trance when the Doctor grabbed both of the girls' hands and started running towards Jack and the now transformed Algy.

"Stay back!" He yelled, yanking the, back.

Jack raised his hand in front of two men, running towards the group. "You men, stay away!"

"The effect's become air-borne, accelerating." He clarified.

"What's keeping us safe?" She quizzed, concerned.

"Nothing."

All of a sudden, the sirens went off again. They combed the skies. "Ah, here they come again." Jack said in anguish.

Rose huffed. "All we need."

Willow's eyes grew larger as she realised what was going to happen soon. "Didn't you say a bomb was going to land here?"

"Never mind about that." The Doctor intercepted, changing the subject. "If the contaminants airborne now, there's hours left."

"For what?" Jack questioned.

"Till nothing, forever. For the entire human race." He paused, looking in the opposite direction. "And can anyone else hear singing?"

Startlingly, Willow heard it too. It sounded like a young girl singing 'Rock-A-Bye Baby' to someone. The Doctor headed inside a hut; the singing soon ceased, and the Doctor exited with a young girl in hand.

She had dark brown hair, tied in two separate plaits. She looked both frightened and relieved at the fact she was released. The group started to stroll down to the bomb site, they were unaware what would happen next, but they were determined to put this right and stop this disease from spreading further.

***

Entering the bomb site, the Doctor used his sonic screwdriver to switch all the lights on. They flickered on as the group pulled a cover off the spacecraft and examined the ambulance in its entirety.

"You see? Just an ambulance." Jack commented.

Willow glanced over her shoulder, finding Nancy in utter bewilderment. "That's an ambulance?"

"It's hard to explain. It's from another world." Rose described, trying to sum up what exactly they were doing.

The boys both fiddled with the ship, attempting to figure out a way to open it. "They've been trying to get in."

"Of course, they have." The Doctor discovered a keypad, fixed inside the ambulance. "They think they've got their hands on Hitler's latest secret weapon. What're you doing?"

"The sooner you see this thing is empty, the sooner you'll know I had nothing to do with it."

Willow observed Jack putting the access code in. However, instead of opening, a spark jumped up like an excited child. They all backed away in fear; it was shortly followed by an alarm. The access panel now lit up with red, as if it was signalling something.

"Didn't happen last time." He said in shock.

The Doctor crossed his arms, biting his lip. "It hadn't crashed last time. There'll be emergency protocols."

"Doctor, what is that?" Willow asked, pointing at the ship in awe. "Doctor!"

"Captain, secure those gates!" The Doctor commanded Jack.

She sarcastically laughed. "So, now YOU'RE calling him Captain!"

"Oh, whatever!"

"Why?" He questioned.

"Just do it!" He turned his head towards the young WWII girl. "Nancy, how'd you get in here?"

"I cut the wire." She replied.

"Show Rose." He threw the screwdriver in Rose's direction. "Setting two thousand four hundred and twenty eight D."

She caught it perfectly, but still looked confused. "What?"

"Reattaches barbed wire. Go!" He yelled, pointing at the final girl. "Willow, with me."

She knew what was coming; she could sense it from a mile away. A few breaths of air escaped her mouth, floating high up into the air. Wandering over, she glimpsed his solemn face staring back at her.

"What's wrong?" He questioned, curling his hand around hers.

She shrugged in confusion. "I'm not sure. It's like my dreams are becoming more vivid."

"Are you still having them?"

"Yeah."

He raised his hand, stroking through her hair. "It's ok, but you really scared us back there."

"I'm sorry." He brushed along her strawberry blonde curls and untangled the mess it was in. He smiled as she stared into the blue pools of sapphire in his eyes; never even noticing them swirl like waves by a coast. Leaning in, she felt comfortable, as if this was meant to be. The Doctor closed his eyes as he came closer to her lips.

"Doctor!" Jack called, interrupting the moment. "I've got it open!"

They quickly backed away from each other, denying anything had happened, and headed back over to the ambulance. "It's empty. Look at it." He implied, pointing out its details.

Rose and Nancy wandered back to the group, after patching up the wired fence. The Doctor shook his head at Jack. "What do you expect in a Chula medical transporter? Bandages? Cough drops?" He leaned his head in her direction. "Willow?"

Once again, she shrugged. "I don't know."

"Yes, you do." He said, clicking his fingers for implication purposes.

"Nanogenes!"

"It wasn't empty, Captain." He argued, turning back to Jack with a look of distress. "There was enough nanogenes in there to rebuild a species."

He gasped a little, biting his lip and realising what he'd done. "Oh, God."

"Getting it now, are we? When the ship crashes, the nanogenes escape. Billions upon billions of them, ready to fix all the cuts and bruises in the whole world." Demonstrating the nanogenes with his hands, they all fixed our eyes upon him. "But what they find first is a dead child, probably killed earlier that night, and wearing a gas mask."

"And they brought him back to life?" Rose said with a tone of surprised disgust upon recognising what they had done to the poor boy. "They can do that?"

"What's life? Life's easy. A quirk of matter. Nature's way of keeping meat fresh. Nothing to a nanogene. One problem, though. These nanogenes, they're not like the ones on your ship. This lot have never seen a human being before. Don't know what a human being's supposed to look like. All they've got to go on is one little body, and there's not a lot left. But they carry right on. They do what they're programmed to do. They patch it up. Can't tell what's gas mask and what's skull, but they do their best. Then off they fly, off they go, work to be done." He slowly started to raise his voice.

"Because, you see, now they think they know what people should look like, and it's time to fix all the rest. And they won't ever stop. They won't ever, ever stop." His voice finally gets to shouting level. "The entire human race is going to be torn down and rebuilt in the form of one terrified child looking for its mother, and nothing in the world can stop it!"

"I didn't know." Jack protested.

Abruptly, all of the patients from the hospital appeared and surrounded us like a pack of wolves. They were all chanting 'Mummy' like the child.

"Rose!" Nancy shouted, glaring at them all in fear.

"It's bringing the gas mask people here, isn't it?" She guessed.

"The ship thinks it's under attack. It's calling up the troops. Standard protocol."

Willow stared in abhorrence, these people were innocent. "But the gas mask people aren't troops-!"

"They are now. This is a battle-field ambulance. The nanogenes don't just fix you up, they get you ready for the front line. Equip you, programme you."

"That's why the child's so strong. Why it could do that phoning thing." She pointed out.

"It's a fully equipped Chula warrior, yes." He nodded. "All that weapons tech in the hands of a hysterical four year old looking for his mummy. And now there's an army of them."

They searched the crowd for an escape, but they were everywhere. "Why don't they attack?" Jack questioned.

He raised his eyebrows, grinning in a sarcastic manner. "Good little soldiers, waiting for their commander."

"The child?"

"Jamie." We all turned our heads towards Nancy, who was almost in tears.

"What?"

Water fell from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. "Not the child. Jamie."

"So how long until the bomb falls?" Willow asked, pausing.

The boys checked their watches, simultaneously. Jack answered before the Doctor could, however, he seemed panicked. "Any second."

"What's the matter, Captain? A bit close to the volcano for you?" The Doctor teased.

"He's just a little boy." Nancy cried more, spluttering her words out.

"I know." He assured her.

She continued. "He's just a little boy who wants his mummy."

"I know. There isn't a little boy born who wouldn't tear the world apart to save his mummy. And this little boy can."

"So, what're we going to do?" Rose queried.

"I don't know."

While they talked, Nancy continued to cry. "It's my fault."

"No." He objected, reassuring her, but it failed to do so.

"It is." She contended, repeating the same words. "It's all my fault."

"How can it be your-"

All of a sudden, the crowd interrupted the Doctor and started chanting louder. It sounded like their cries were aiming at Nancy.

"Nancy, what age are you?" He said, realising the truth. "Twenty? Twenty one? Older than you look, yes?"

The bombs started to get closer; Willow could feel their effects from here. The vibrations shook them for a few moments, however, they were able to stand back up again after.

"Doctor, that bomb. We've got seconds." Jack shouted to him.

Willow clicked her fingers, gaining an idea. "You can teleport us out."

"Not you guys. The nav-com's back online. Going to take too long to override the protocols."

She sighed as the Doctor continued. "So it's volcano day. Do what you've got to do."

Shaking her head at Jack, she tried to protest against what he needed to do. "Jack? Don't leave us."

Swiftly, without warning, he disappeared from sight; leaving nothing but dust in the air.

"How old were you five years ago? Fifteen? Sixteen? Old enough to give birth, anyway. He's not your brother, is he? A teenage single mother in 1941. So, you hid. You lied. You even lied to him." He told Nancy, getting closer to the truth.

The gates opened, we turned to see the child walking up to us in a curious rage. "Are you my mummy?" It questioned as the crowd became silent, ready to pounce on us.

"He's going to keep asking, Nancy. He's never going to stop." He said, trying to persuade her to help him. "Tell him. Nancy, the future of the human race is in your hands. Trust me and tell him."

"Are you my mummy? Are you my mummy? Are you my mummy?"

She hesitated for a moment, until walking closer to the little boy. "Yes. Yes, I am your mummy."

"Mummy?"

Rose and I held hands in worry for her; it was between whether she'll turn into one of the gas-masked people or change their DNA.

Her tears fell as she pleaded with her child. "I'm here."

"Are you my mummy?"

"I'm here."

"Are you my mummy?" It repeated like it couldn't understand or comprehend what was going on at this moment.

"Yes."

"Are you my mummy?"

The Doctor shook his head in distress, thinking that this solution may not work. "He doesn't understand. There's not enough of him left."

She stood her ground, choking back her words through her ever-growing tears. "I am your mummy. I will always be your mummy. I'm so sorry. I am so, so sorry." She pulled Jamie into a comforting hug; nanogenes flew around them like they were trying to change her, like the others.

"What's happening?" Rose asked in a frightened mood. "Doctor, it's changing her, we should-"

"Shush!" He demanded her to be quiet as we all watched the spectacle. "Come on, please. Come on, you clever little nanogenes. Figure it out! The mother, she's the mother. It's got to be enough information. Figure it out." A smile went from his chin, upwards.

"What's happening?" Willow nudged him.

"See?" He pointed at them in glee. "Recognising the same DNA." He was brimming with pure joy.

Suddenly, Jamie let go of his mother in surprise and stood there in awe. He looked as bewildered as the others were. The Doctor leapt over, he looked happier than he's ever been before. "Oh, come on. Give me a day like this. Give me this one." Removing the gas mask, he revealed a little innocent boy who was very confused of what had just occurred. "Ha-ha! Welcome back! Twenty years till pop music - you're going to love it."

"What happened?" Nancy asked as she scrambled off the muddy ground.

"The nanogenes recognised the superior information, the parent DNA. They didn't change you because you changed them! Ha-ha! Mother knows best!" He handed Nancy her child, who looked very happy to see her.

"Oh, Jamie."

"Doctor, that bomb." Rose kindly reminded us.

"Taken care of it."

"How?" She questioned.

"Psychology." He pointed up at the sky as a bomb came hurtling towards them. It almost crashed when a familiar light beam came over and held it in place, flashing on top was a ridiculously clever American.

"Doctor!" He shouts from above.

For once, the Doctor smiled back at him. "Good lad!"

"The bomb's already commenced detonation. I've put it in stasis but it won't last long." He explained, looking over at both Willow and Rose.

"Change of plan." He said to him. "Don't need the bomb. Can you get rid of it, safely as you can?"

"Willow? Rose?" He said, addressing us.

"Yeah?" They both smiled at him, excited yet nervous.

"Goodbye." In a split second, both Jack and the bomb disappeared in a flash. Unexpectedly, he reappeared with the bomb in hand for one last comment. "By the way, love the tee-shirts." And like that, he disappeared, along with the light beam.

Rose shed one more smile before wondering what the Doctor was doing with the nanogenes as they began to surround his hands like fireflies. "What are you doing?"

"Software patch. Going to email the upgrade." He grinned at Willow with a flirtatious smile. "You want moves, Willow? I'll give you moves." Flicking his hands at the crowd, the nanogenes flew from his fingertips and headed towards the patients that were in desperate need of a Doctor. The patients all fell in the ground in a rush, their gas masks disappearing in a spark of gold.

"Everybody lives, Willow." He said, directing his comments to her. "Just this once, everybody lives!" They shared each other's happiness with a widening smile; while Rose looked ahead in a sad state.

The patients all stood up, bright and healthy, although they all looked confused as Jamie. He stormed over to Doctor Constantine in excitement, shaking his hand. "Doctor Constantine. Who never left his patients. Back on your feet, constant doctor. The world doesn't want to get by without you just yet, and I don't blame it one bit. These are your patients. All better now."

Doctor Constantine looked around in bewilderment at the patients he treated. "Yes, yes, so it seems. They also seem to be standing around in a disused railway station. Is there any particular reason for that?"

"Yeah, well, you know, cutbacks. Listen, whatever was wrong with them in the past, you're probably going to find that they're cured. Just tell them what a great doctor you are. Don't make a big thing of it. Okay?" Both doctors nodded in return; he left Doctor Constantine to do his work.

He walked back to the ambulance and started fiddling with it. Knowing he was up to something, he stood up for one more announcement. "Right, you lot. Lots to do. Beat the Germans, save the world. Don't forget the welfare state!" Doctor Constantine smiled at him before ushering the crowd away. "Setting this to self-destruct, soon as everybody's clear. History says there was an explosion here. Who am I to argue with history?"

"Usually the first in line." commented Willow.

***

They entered the TARDIS with a spring in their step as the Doctor danced around the console with glee. "The nanogenes will clean up the mess and switch themselves off, because I just told them to. Nancy and Jamie will go to Doctor Constantine for help, ditto. All in all, all things considered, fantastic!"

"Look at you, beaming away like you're Father Christmas." Rose giggled at him.

"Who says I'm not, red bicycle when you were twelve?"

Rose blinked in surprise. "What?"

"And everybody lives, Rose! Everybody lives! I need more days like this." It was nice to see him in a happy state for once, instead of brooding anger.

"Doctor-"

"Go on, ask me anything. I'm on fire."

She hesitated for a moment. "What about Jack? Why'd he say goodbye?"

To Be Continued...

***

So, that was a long time writing! Loads of things have happened and I haven't had the chance to complete this.

Originally I was going to have Willow become one of the gas-masked people, however, I decided it was to far-fetched and so I decided to make the dreams more vivid instead.

But I won't leave us chatting for long, I have an epilogue to write for this. Then I am taking a break to finish my homework, work on auditioning for my school production and revise for my key assessments that are in January. However, I'll try to finish this book before Christmas, but I can't guarantee it though.

It's going to be hell!

- Alice ❤