There’s one thing I always meant to ask Jack. Back in the old days. I wanted to know about that Doctor of his. The man who appears out of nowhere and saves the world. Except sometimes he doesn’t. All those times in history when there was no sign of him, I wanted to know why not. But I don’t need to ask any more. I know the answer now. Sometimes the Doctor must look at this planet and turn away in shame.
She’s got a six-month old. You find her living in the most remote part of the world, this tiny little cottage on the edge of a cliff, no roads in to or out of it. What we find out is that this idyllic chocolate box is completely kicked up to the hilt, armed with every weapon known to man including a rocket launcher, every kind of missile, knife, gun, anything. She’s prepared for war. She’s hysterical. What runs through her veins is Torchwood. It’s her drug, her adrenaline.– Eve Myles