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Which has been transformed into a schoolroom, complete with large wooden desk for teacher, shelves with box files, a globe, a phrenology head, a glowing globe of Mars, and the four LINDA members at desks, facing Victor.

"Though we had to admit, he was right. His methods were much more rigorous. It felt like we were getting closer and closer to the Doctor.", Elton says to the camera.

"Mister Kennedy?"

"Yes?"

"We were wondering. No sign of Bliss. Do you know where she is?", Elton asks Victor who gives him a very dodgy answer.

"Yes, didn't she tell you? She's getting married. She left a message. It'll never last, stupid girl. Come on, back to work."

"But we did get lucky once.", Elton admits.

"A police box, newly arrived. It says newly arrived today. And it's in Woolwich!", Mister Skinner cries suddenly.

"Well, don't just stand there, move! Move, go, go!", Victor orders them all.

"Don't get excited. That's where you came in."

"Woolwich. Police box. Red bucket, blue bucket. Police are stupid, etcetera.", Elton gives a quick summary of the beginning of the story.

"Useless!", Victor shouts.

"I just froze."

"You met him and you froze. You stupid man!"

"You can't hit me, cause you don't touch. You said so. You get a rash and an itch and-", Victor cuts him off.

"I can use this!", He brandishes his cane.

"Use that cane on him and you'll get one hell of a smack off me! And then a good kick. Is that completely understood, Mister Kennedy?", Ursula suddenly interjects, glaring down the man.

"Duly noted. Ursula Blake, most likely to fight back. Right then, we'll change tack. We'll approach this sideways. If we're to discover the truth about the Doctor, then we need to try and find them."

Rose and Juliet.

"Now when it comes to the Doctor's companions, the Torchwood files are strangely lacking. It seems the evidence has been corrupted. Something called Bad Wolf virus. At least we've got these photographs. They're first hand evidence. Elton?"

"It was a London accent, definitely. She's from London. The blonde, that is. The other is definitely Scottish but she was very protective of the blonde. Perhaps friends?", Elton suggests.

"So we hit the streets. We get out there, we take the photographs. Someone's got to know who they are somewhere."

"Yes, but London's a big place. I mean, I should know. My own daughter's out there.", Bridget pipes up.

"Bridget, don't make this personal. I don't like to be touched literally, or metaphorically, thank you very much. I haven't got the time. Bleeding hearts outside. Find me those girls! Go. Now. Move."