The Doctor wanders away, and Sophie, Jack, and Martha follow after him, but providing him a bit of privacy.

He stops in front of a television shop. The screens all flash to a news alert, and pictures of Martha, Jack, Sophie, and the Doctor, flash across the screen. A range of emotions flash across the Time Lord's face, and Sophie physically restrains herself from approaching him.

He suddenly pulls his sonic screwdriver from the inside pocket of his coat, and points it up a CCTV camera. "He can see us," he explains, as the camera explodes in a flash of sparks. "He's got control of everything."

"What do we do? " Martha asks, distress across her face.

"We've got nowhere to go," Jack sighs.

Sophie drops her backpack on the floor, and pulls a set of keys out of the front pocket of her bag. She dangles them, "It's not the best, but it is a safe place to hide."

The Time Lord grabs her hand, "Then, we run."

They take off down the sidewalk, Sophie leading the way. They race along for about a half an hour, until the woman skids to a halt in front of a quaint looking house. "This is nice," Jack says, admiring the exterior.

She rolls her eyes, "It's a safehouse. The Brigadier gave me the keys a few years back. Only he and I know about this place." She makes her way up, and unlocks the doors, waving the others in.

The Doctor steps in and smiles, "Nice, quaint, but nice."

"There's a perception filter around the exterior, as well as perimeter detectors. A security system that can easily be activated, and only the Brig and I know the passcode. The walls and floor and ceiling are reinforced steel, and there's a weapons vault in the cellar."

Jack lets out a low whistle, "Sounds like you've got all your bases covered."

She turns and smiles at the Captain, "The Brigadier doesn't like to leave things to chance."

"Okay, right," the Doctor starts, moving to the sofa. He sets the laptop on the coffee table, and looks up at the others. "Right, Jack you're with me, help me get this thing set up to the government wavelengths. Martha, see what sort of tech you can find around this place, screens, monitors, phones, whatever. Sophie, you're on provisions."

She rolls her eyes, but turns back to the door anyway, "What is it with you and sending me out into danger, huh?"

He just waves her out of the door.

Sophie steps out, back onto the streets of London. She sticks to the shadows of the streets, ducking into alleys when it feels necessary. It doesn't take her long to get to the chippy, just down the street. She keeps her head down as she orders, and her head on a swivel, hoping no one recognizes her. She practically holds her breath, until receiving her food.

Sophie follows the same path back to the house, and slips in the front door. She drops the food on the coffee table, and takes a deep breath. "How was it?" Jack asks, looking her up and down.

"No one saw me, I'm pretty sure anyway. What did I miss?" She types something onto a keypad, and joins the boys on the couch, "And where's Martha?"

"I've got this tuned to government wavelengths so we can follow what Saxon's doing."

Martha walks in at that moment, wiping her hands on her trousers, "Anything new about my family?"

"It still says the Jones family taken in for questioning," the Doctor replies, and grabs one of the chip packets, "Tell you what, though. No mention of Leo."

"He's not as daft as he looks." She drops into the chair beside the sofa, and drops her head into her hand, "I'm talking about my brother on the run. How did this happen?"

"Nice chips," Jack says, attempting a subject change.

Sophie takes one of his chips, and pops it into her mouth, "Actually, they are fairly decent."

Jack smacks her hand away, "Eat your own food, Soph."

"But yours taste better, Jack," she whines, a grin on her face.

The Captain turns to look at the Time Lord, "So, Doctor, who is he? How come the ancient society of Time Lords created a psychopath?"

"Jack! You can't just ask people why their ex's are psychopaths, gosh!"

Jack rolls his eyes at her antics, "All the legends of Gallifrey made it sound so perfect."

The Doctor sighs, and gets a twinkle in his eyes, "Well, perfect to look at, maybe. And it was. It was beautiful. They used to call it the Shining World of the Seven Systems. And on the Continent of Wild Endeavour, in the Mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood the Citadel of the Time Lords, the oldest and most mighty race in the universe, looking down on the galaxies below. Sworn never to interfere, only to watch."

"They were also spoiled children with sticks so far up their *rse's I'm surprised they weren't coughing up wood splinters at every turn."

The Doctor side-eyes her, and continues, "Children of Gallifrey, taken from their families at the age of eight to enter the Academy. And some say that's when it all began. When he was a child. That's when the Master saw eternity. As a novice, he was taken for initiation. He stood in front of the Untempered Schism. It's a gap in the fabric of reality through which could be seen the whole of the vortex. You stand there, eight years old, staring at the raw power of time and space, just a child. Some would be inspired, some would run away, and some would go mad." He waves his hand in the air, and shrugs, "I don't know."

"What about you?" Martha asks, leaning toward him.

"Oh, the ones that ran away, I never stopped."

Jack's Vortex Manipulator beeps, breaking up the tender moment. He sets his chips down on the table, and turns his attention to the device, "Encrypted channel with files attached. Don't recognise it."

"Patch it through to the laptop," the Time Lord nods.

Jack glances over at Sophie, and takes a deep breath, doing as he's told, "Since we're telling stories, there's something I haven't told you."

The Torchwood logo pops up across the laptop screen, and the Doctor goes stiff, turning an icy gaze upon the Captain, he practically growls, "You work for Torchwood."

Sophie wraps her arms around Jack's arm, and rests her head on his shoulder, "We both do."

The Doctor's glare softens marginally, as it moves to her. Jack takes a deep breath, and the Time Lord gives him his full attention, "I swear to you, it's different. It's changed. There's only half a dozen of us now."

"Everything Torchwood did, and you're part of it?"

"The old regime was destroyed at Canary Wharf. I rebuilt it, I changed it, and when I did that, I did it for you in your honour."

The Doctor turns away from the Captain, and hits play on the video. The image of an older woman at a desk appears on the screen, "If I haven't returned to my desk by twenty two hundred, this file will be emailed to Torchwood. Which means if you're watching this, then I'm. Anyway, the Saxon files are attached. But take a look at the Archangel document. That's when it all started. When Harry Saxon became Minister in charge of launching the Archangel Network."

"What's the Archangel Network?" he asks, twisting to look at his three companions.

"I've got Archangel," Martha states. "Everyone's got it."

"It's a mobile phone network," Jack starts. He then types something into the laptop, and turms it to show the confused Time Lord, "Because look, it's gone worldwide. They've got fifteen satellites in orbit. Even the other networks, they're all carried by Archangel."

"It's in the phones!" he shouts, and slaps the table. Sophie covers her ears, and winces. He shoots her an apologetic look, and continues in a quieter voice, "Oh, I said he was a hypnotist. Wait, wait, wait. Hold on." He grabs Sophie cracked mobile off the table, and slams it against it. A tinny beeping starts to come out of it, four beeps in a row.

"Dude!" Sophie states, "Just cause it looks broken doesn't mean it doesn't work. Man, now I actually need a new phone, and I've got no money. Thanks a lot, Doc."

He ignores her, "There it is. That rhythm, it's everywhere, ticking away in the subconscious."

"What is it, mind control?" Martha asks, nodding at the device still beeping away on the table.

"No, no, no, no, no," he scorches forward on the sofa, excitement building in his frame, "It's subtler than that. Any stronger and people would question it. But contained in that rhythm, in layers of code, Vote Saxon. Believe in me. Whispering to the world." He then leaps to his feet, and spins on one foot, "Oh, yes! That's how he hid himself from me, because I should have sensed there was another Time Lord on Earth." He sits back down, and leans back on the couch, "I should have known way back. The signal cancelled him out."

"Any way you can stop it?"

Sophie's question seems to quell his enthusiasm, just a little, "Not from down here. But now we know how he's doing it."

"And we can fight back," Martha finishes.

"Oh, yes!" he grins.