"Sooo... what do you think?"
The audience was slowly getting to their feet, their contented murmuring growing louder every moment. The three companions remained seated, however. Fenn and Hannah were watching the Doctor closely for his reaction. He sat, still staring at where his image had been on the screen earlier.
"That never happened. I never did that."
Fenn smiled, "Then maybe you will!" Then her eyes darkened and her smile vanished, "Or not."
Hannah spoke up, "Well, maybe this means that the show doesn't copy your life after all."
The Doctor just leant back, unsure how to answer, but Fenn spoke up, "I don't think so. This mini-episode, the Music of the Spheres, was made specifically for the Proms, so I didn't really expect it to match your life, Doctor."
"Why did you bring me here, then?"
"Mainly because I wanted to see it," the Doctor glared at her, "but also to show you a bit of the show, have a talk with good old RTD, and show you how much of a following you have. Did you see all those people, Doctor? Each and every one of them is your fan. Three thousand people were on the waiting list in case of cancelations. That's just for a concert! Imagine all of those people who couldn't get here- millions of them! All in support of you. Doesn't that comfort you, at least a little bit? That and the soundtrack is just awesome."
The Doctor shook his head, "It's nice to know there are people thinking of me, but this shouldn't be here. They should know it as real- after all, quite a lot of my trips have involved invasions of Earth, and you lot don't remember them! How is that even possible?"
"You could have switched realities."
"The TARDIS only works in one universe."
"Ah, yes, the energy flows, that's right. Well then, mind wipe?"
"It'd be impossible to mind wipe a whole planet like this and not have missed anyone. Besides, if they'd been mind wiped, there wouldn't be a TV show. To you lot, it wouldn't have happened at all, no memory. No, something bigger is going on here."
Fenn stood up, "Well then, we'll just have to find another source of information. Someone who monitors extra-terrestrial activity on Earth."
Hannah grinned, "Jack."
The Doctor laughed and stood up, "Well, I suppose I don't have a choice."
"Sorry, Doctor, but he's not here."
"What? But he's always here!"
They were standing outside Torchwood hub, in Cardiff. The Roald Dahl Plass was almost empty- it was, after all, after midnight. Gwen stood with them, having answered their calls once the Doctor had set off their alarms with his sonic. The sound Hannah had emitted when she saw Gwen could've shattered glass, which, incidentally, had put Gwen in a decidedly bad mood.
"He's not here. What d'you want him for, anyway?" she asked grumpily.
The Doctor mumbled, avoiding the question. Fenn asked, "Do you know when he'll be back?"
"No idea. He said he was going to help you! You should at least know where he is. Or did you lose him? God knows what I'm going to tell Ianto if you've lost him."
The Doctor's eyes widened, "Oh! So that's what's going on... sorry, Gwen. This is different. That was in my past- your future. This is later in my timeline- I hadn't realised how early we were. Don't worry about it- I'll go find him sometime else."
Gwen walked back to the lift, "You do that. In the meantime, Owen, Tosh, Ianto and I have work to do."
She disappeared into the hub, not looking back. They watched her go, and the Doctor could have sworn that Fenn and Hannah were crying. "What's wrong?"
Fenn shook her head and walked off, and all Hannah said was, "Poor Ianto. Poor, poor, Ianto," and she followed Fenn in the direction of the TARDIS.