Brigadier Andrew Wallace::Cardiff,UK::Entry 2

It was all gray - the walls, consuls, and machinery with solid state dials and switches. The Tardis control room must have reverted to a default setting that resembled the Tardis in General Leftbridge-Stewart's writings and photographs from his adventures with the Doctor. The Tardis that I had been previously introduced to had taken a more alien look with grander enclosures and coral like support beams lining the main walls.

"Very retro," I chuckled.

"Very type-40. Hold on let's see if I can change my 'desktop' theme," the Doctor muttered as he did a panel to panel look over of the main control consul. "Ah, here we go."

The Doctor flipped a few switches. The lights dimmed to near perfect dark and just as before my eyes readjusted to the same gray look. "Still retro."

"Yes, I see that," perplexed yet undisturbed the Doctor flipped a few more switches and examined one of the consul's main displays. "Hrm.."

"Something wrong, Doctor?"

"I appear to be missing the 'Chameleon Circuit'.. Yet the recovery systems didn't call for it's reconstruction.. Odd.. I guess I'll schedule one to be made but we'll need to find a temporal well to supplement the process requirements. Unfortunately, it's no longer in Cardiff.."

There was a faint pounding on the entrance doors. "And even more unfortunate, our pursuers can see us.."

The Doctor flipped even more switches and turned a dial. A monitor that hung on a wall opposite the main consul which remained unnoticed till now lit up with a top down view of the entrance doors from the outside. Several heavily geared officers were fussing with anything they could get into from the outside. "Bomb squad. They must think the Tardis is a bomb," I laughed.

"Well I won't disappoint them," the Doctor smiled. "Oh, Brigadier, you have got to try a steamie.."

"A what?"

The Doctor dialed the view of the bumbling officers off. He flipped a few switches and pulled on an over sized switched on the main consul. The central glass-like tubes that the Doctor had referred to as the "Time Router" slowly began to oscillate with steady piston like action just as the distinct roar of dematerialization reverberated through out the control room. "Next stop," the Doctor barked happily over the ruckus, "Central Park."

"New York?"

"I know where to get the best steamies.."

Wraith::New York City,New York::Entry 1

I am in the park - off in some empty corner. I hear nothing but the spring breeze blow through the trees. I feel empty, incomplete. Something is always missing. I am startled. Sounds of people - human. Female human pushes a wheeled device along the path through the park. Another life in the device.. A human child. I know what this is like, somehow..

Something changed suddenly. Scanning. All environmental conditions are the same. Checking. A sound? From within? An alarm. "Incoming temporal anolmaly. Investigate."

But I am hungry. Must feed. Scanning. Male running along path. Scanning. Compatible protein sequences confirmed.. New alarm. Different alarm. "Home. Coordinates incoming. Initiating request for assistance beacon."

I am confused. Processing..

Contsable Xavier Thomas::Cardiff,UK::Entry 1

We got a call from upstairs to go support a bomb removal unit at lower end Cardiff. About 2 units got there at the same time and met with the custodian of the building, Mr. Jerods, who wouldn't stop hollering about some crazy kid on the 6th floor who had some bomb set up in his living room. We proceeded cautiously to the sixth floor and attempted to open dialog with the suspicious tenant. After denying us any access to the apartment we proceeded to batter the door down. The door had been nailed shut and took several runs before the door was successfully run down.

The prime unit led a run though the apartment which was virtually empty except for this police box that sat at the center of the flat's living room. The box had to be an antique and was once used by police post World War II to wire in emergencies to the local precinct. It was grayish blue stood well over 8 feet and occupied a good 4 foot square of floor space. Authentic lettering across the top of the entrance identified it to be the police box of old and a weathered sign on the left hand double door explained how to call in an incident.

We had the bomb units check around the box out for traps. We then tried the front double doors of the box with no success. It appeared to be powered since the translucent sign over the doors and the tiny square windows on each of the doors were lit. The several officers who tried listening for signs of life with in the box on the scene claim to have heard a faint hum from within the box. Not knowing what else to do we tried to batter the front doors of the box which remarkably wouldn't scratch or even crack at the apparently glass windows.

Bomb squad called in a transport unit. They were planning to take it to the quarry where they would continue to break into the box safely away from downtown Cardiff. Just as the truck rolled up front the box started to emanate a strange rumbling from with in. We thought the box was preparing to explode and rushed all units to evacuate the building. The rumbling was increasing in intensity and at this point sounded like wind blowing through rough chasms.

The units below had already evacuated the neighborhood block and by the time we had reached the hastily made barricade at the end of the block the noise from the 6th floor apartment had dissapated. Bomb squad units rushed back in. After a few tense minutes of waiting the unit radioed in their status. The box was gone..

Brigadeer Andrew Wallace::Cardiff,UK::Entry 1

The Doctor said it was urgent though after all we've been through I've learned to take things the Doctor says notched down. He wanted me to come down to his flat in Cardiff and I obliged being for once in the neighborhood taking an inventory of Torchwood "7" artifacts. Normally such procedures end up to be exercises in posturing jurisdiction but things seem to run smoother with the Council's presence on Earth. I myself am on the fence about the Council of the Infinite Hand. A collection of reincarnated Timelords proposing an exchange of knowledge for sanctuary is unheard of in all of the stories I have come across of the ancient race. But I guess the times have changed. The Doctor being genetically the last Timelord and the Council and the reincarnated president of Gallifrey, Romana, being all that's left of the Timelord's culture called for extreme measures. The knowledge they hold could turn any race of the universe into gods or demons.

And so in any case the old posturings of the world powers had been put on hold and an uneasy world peace had been silently declared. All of which has made my job quite boring though at the same time quite high profile and made this particular visit to the Doctor's flat a change of pace..

"Door's open"

"Doctor?"

"Ah, Brigadier, you are just in time. Here, hold this." he handed me a large bottle of cheap bubbling alcohol.

"I'm quite fine actually.. Just had tea and biscuits with Captain Harkness.."

"Oh did you. How is the Captain?"

"Good Lord.." I had just noticed the menagerie of equipment that littered his front room and some what beyond teeming with buzzes, whirls, and blinking lamps. "New experiment you haven't cleared with UNIT?"

"Nonsense. It's all approved by the Madame President herself.." He smile devilishly standing in front of a makeshift console with 3 over sized hand switches.

"So this is her?"

"It is and I'm about to throw the 'on' switches to the beast. And you have the honors of breaking that 3 year old bubbly on her."

"Quite honored. So this mess of cabinets is going to re-materialize Tardis?"

"Easy, don't you go on hurting the old girl's feelings. This mess of cabinets is the Tardis."

"Oh yes.. The wonders of extra-dimensional space craft.."

"OK here we go.. Oh and by the way the local authorities will probably be on their way in here.."

"What's that?"

There was a screech of tires from the street below and the uneven drumming of boots on stair case making their way to the Doctor's front door. The Doctor immediately hauled a sheet of metal that had been lying behind the door, "Help me Brigadier."

Still dumbfounded from the Doctor's last statement I jumped to his left and help him lift the metal board over the top door hinge and over the bronze lock frame mounting. The Doctor then quickly whipped out his sonic screwdriver from his lapel pocket and quickly applied it on the very same points. The door wasn't going down with out a fight.

"This is the police. We have a warrant to search your premises for explosives. Please open the door and come peacefully out."

"Love to oblige your requests but door is stuck.."

The door all of the sudden shuddered from the blow of a police issue door ram. The metal plate strained and buckled slightly. "That's not going to hold, Doctor.."

"Get over by the switches.." Hopping over cables and short arrays of equipment I quickly got over by the Doctor. "OK, here goes nothing"

The Doctor pulled on the 3 switches. There was a brief moment of nothingness. Then as quickly as it faded out we re-materialized in the control room of the Tardis..

Amaley Bernhard::New York City,New York::Entry 6

"You're finally awake.."

"Where am I?"

"St.Vincent's," replied Det.Proulx who sat in the chair to my left. "It's been 2 days.."

Sigh. So much for getting a start on my new single life.. Widowed.. Oh dear, Harry and Paul.. I cry. I could feel the poor detective cringe at the awkwardness of it all.

"I called your mother. She's in town to help you through your time of loss.."

"Your not very good at the people lines, officer," I laugh breaking out of my momentary lapse of self pity.

He laughs caught off guard. "I'm sorry ma'am. I swear they even give us a box of cue cards with these one-liners.. I am sorry for your losses. And I hope you don't think me even stranger to perhaps ask a few questions.. er once the doctors have a look at you.."

"I'll answer what I can but I've been out of town for a month. I'm a little out of touch.."

"That will be fine. I just want to get to the bottom of it all. I find it strange 2 men who are only related through you are dead under suspicious means.. But then again this past week has been out of the ordinary."

"How so?"

The doctors and their entourage of help entered my room at that point putting off my conversation with the detective for another time..