The Doctor was about to say something about the rather hard poke to the head when he felt the world shift. Almost immediately he was in an alleyway, a sharp contrast to the room the had just been in. "Oh, brilliant." The words fell from his lips and a smile tugged at his lips. He was curious as to just how that power worked and the limits of it. "My ship is right this way-" As he took a step he felt a wave of disorientation crash over him and make his knees buckle. The hand on his shoulder helped to steady him as he closed his eyes and tried to see the wold on the right angle. Once he was sure he wouldn't fall flat on his face, he took an experimentally slow step away from Loki. When nothing happened he smiled again at the angel and gestured him forward. "Right. My ship is right this way." He ducked into the crowd, dodging hurried Londoners as he tried to make his way back to the TARDIS. Not sure if Loki was following him, the Doctor looked over his shoulder to make sure that the angel was keeping up. When he caught sight of the familiar blonde head of hair, he kept his pace towards the TARDIS. 

Once the blue box came into view, the Doctor turned back to Loki and spread his arms wide. "Ta-da! There she is." He couldn't help the smug smile that pulled on his lips. Many people underestimated the TARDIS from her outward appearance, and he was sure that Loki wouldn't find his ship impressive until he showed him the interior. 

In the Land of Oz (Past)

Gabriel couldnt help a slight smile as he looked at The Doctor, shifting his wings a bit as he considered where they were and sending them back to the cafe…

“I could do that,” He says slowly as he cracks his back a bit and gets up, poking The Doc’s head with his finger and he makes sure his wings are invisible as he flares them out and with a mighty flap of all six he vanishes with The Doctor, appearing with him in a side alley by the cafe, Gabe’s hand grabbing onto The Doctor’s shoulder, squeezing it a bit as he fought a wave of disorientation, another reminder of just how low on batteries he is.

“You okay? I hope I didn’t throw off your center of balance, flight often does that to passengers..” He says with a small smile.

The Doctor looked at her with slight confusion. "Oh, and you thought that Raxacoricofallapatorius would be a wonderful vacation spot? I thought you were traveling with me? Wouldn't you have picked up something about alien planets and which one's natives are rather... hostile?" As much as the Doctor wanted to tell his daughter the story behind his regeneration, he found himself biting his tongue and holding back the words. "I'm sorry, Jenny, but I can't tell you that. If you're from the past, which I'm assuming you are because you are traveling with the old me, then I can't tell you about future events, especially when they directly affect you." He gave her a small, apologetic smile. 

He followed her out the door while still answering her question and looking for a way to get out of the confusing maze of metal. "We have before, although I think it was by accident. Neither of us really planned it, but we didn't exactly end on the best note. I was rather angry and simply left him standing there. I think I have him mobile number actually, if you wanted to get in contact with him. I'm not sure if we can meet again, seeing as it should have created a major paradox, but you can certainly go back to him." 

Different Dad (present)

  Jenny nodded slightly. “Well, not really used too. I still do, I’ve only decided to today to take a day trip. You regenerated?!” She asked in surprised. She moved forward and pinched his cheeks and poke his nose, “How did you die? Wait you’re didn’t know I was alive? But I just left you this morning..well other you…” She muttered stepping away and looking at him in confusion. “Timelines…right…always with the time lines….Well! Then…Dad…Want to run before they come back and try to eat us?” She asked gesturing to the door,”Then we can talk more and maybe my other..dad can tell what’s going on…oh, wait. Will that work? Can you guys meet each other without the universe imploding or something?”

Happy Anniversary, Sweetie.

Happy Anniversary, River. 

The Doctor looked at him with confusion. "Of course I've got something to get to other planets, how do you think I got here? Well, I have gotten here a couple times by accident, but that was under special circumstances... kind of." The Doctor smiled at Gabriel in a welcoming manner. "You can travel in my ship with me. She's called the TARDIS. It isn't far from here- er, the cafe I suppose. It was not to far but seeing as I don't know our location I couldn't tell you how far it is from here. Do you think you can transport us back to the cafe so it would be less of a walk? I don't mind walking all that much, although I usually end up running whenever I walk because something of some sort ends up happening and I have to get to the TARDIS fairly quickly." 

In the Land of Oz (Past)

  “I’ve never heard of it so unless you want to be the leader to see if I can even fly that far…then sure…and that brings up another question. Just how are you going to get to other planets? You got something around here that can actually manage that kind of travel?” He asks as he chows down on the candy before pausing, “Wait.  I cant exactly go flying right now…I’m really low on energy to be honest.” And he is, dying will drain anyone really.

The Doctor continued to think, brow furrowed in concentration. This situation had actually become quite a common occurrence  Time travel left loops and gaps that could be jumped through with a shallow step. Surely there was simply wrong with their time lines, although the lack of memory still lay unsettled in his mind. It was either an accident that had happened with their conflicting time streams or more proof that his memories were missing. Looking down at the girl, the Doctor opened and closed his mouth as he tried to find the right words to say. "So you're saying that you used to travel with me, but I don't remember it. I haven't met you since my last regeneration... In fact I didn't even know that you were alive! I thought you were killed in that big mess with the Hath." The pieces finally seemed to fall together as he thought out loud. His memories were indeed missing, and this was exactly what his past self and him had attempted to work out before the Doctor had stormed away angry at his past self's joke. Now the Doctor wished he would have stayed and tried to figure out what exactly had happened to his memories because events like this only made it that much more obvious that something had. It was as if he was staring a blank slate in the shape of a girl. The Doctor knew Jenny had no idea who he was, and he had no idea who she was other than his daughter and what he had learned in the small amount of time they had spent together. Despite his confusion, he smiled down at Jenny and tried to keep a friendly air. "I'm your dad. I've just got a new face. Our time lines must have crossed and gotten mixed up some how." 

Different Dad (present)

  Jenny allowed him to push her gun away, letting her arm relax, slightly. “That’s what I thought at first but then you knew my name AND called me your daughter. Plus, you were who picked up when I called HIS phone. How would you know that I’m The Doctor’s or I suppose, a Doctor’s daughter?” she asked, putting strapping her gun back and attempting to figure out what was going on in her head. It didn’t make any sense. Everything fit but didn’t, like the perfect piece but from a different puzzle.”Not only that but you just called your ship a TARDIS. How many people in this universe can have all those in common? You have everything in common with him except your face and,” she said then looked him up and down before continuing,” dress choice. There’s something going on. I am traveling with my Dad..well not now, I’m on my own but before I was. How could you not know that? Unless you weren’t him. This is all very confusing. “

The Doctor looked at him curiously as he pulled out yet another candy bar. Merely shrugging his shoulders in reply, the Doctor tried to think over the question. There were millions and millions of planets in this ever growing universe, some he hadn't even seen yet. How could he possibly pick a favorite with so many choices. There were some that he certainly wouldn't ever return to, but there were others that no adjectives in any language that could describe the sheer beauty of some worlds. The Rings of Akhenaten was always fun with the bustling locals in the market places, showing the diversity of the universe. Smiling at the memories he had there with his Granddaughter, the Doctor thought about mentioning that but held his tongue. If he wanted to run through a bustling market place he would simply walk down the streets of London. 

"Why don't we go to Bortresoye?" The Doctor finally answered the angel. A smile crossing his lips at the memories of the planet. He clearly remembered being banished there and forced to spend weeks crossing the zones. At the time it had been a task, but they had seen many diverse and amazing cultures that the Doctor wanted to experience once more. "It's in the Divergent Universe, so it's far enough to stretch whatever limits you may or may not have. Just be careful as to what zone you land in. They can be exceptionally different from one another." 

In the Land of Oz (Past)

  “Why dont we test those limits? I’m the kind of angel that likes to play with the rules and limits,” grinning as he gets up, knowing his grace is still recharging and that going with The Doctor here would be a great way to vacation from this planet full of greedy and selfish humans.

“What time and planet is your favorite anyhow?” He asks as he tugs out a snickers from a pocket. He really should be called ‘The Archangel of Candy’

The sound of Rose's voice raised high with curiosity shocked him out of his muttered rambling. He looked up to her eyes quickly to answer her question, but found himself speechless once again by the blissful sight of her. No matter how wrong it may be Rose Tyler was here with him, and there was something exceptionally right about that. Her brown irises stared back at him as he held her gaze; the same gaze that had brought up some of most painful memories. Those memories threatened to spill over into his conscious mind, but he held them at bay. He had to be strong for this exceptional girl; he had always been strong for her. 

At the sight of her eyes glazing over with unshed tears, the Doctor quickly enveloped her in a warm hug. His arms wrapped around the girl's frame, squeezing her tight against him. He couldn't help but bury his face in the soft locks of hair that fell over his shoulder. Once his face was hidden from Rose's watching eyes, he felt his brow tug in and his eyes squeeze shut. "Of course it's me, you exceptional girl." Although his face had crumpled to the emotions, his voice came out steady with calm collectedness. "You're okay. You're okay, and you're here." All his thoughts about how or why she was here were forgotten for the moment. The Doctor knew that something was happening with the universe, and Rose Tyler standing in front of his was only a worse sign, but he couldn't help the elation that was running through him at the sight of her. He tried to convince himself that he could focus on the negatives of all this later, but his mind began to whirl with millions of possibilities on how this could have possibly happened. This exceptional event was dangerous and not right, but the Doctor reasoned that it could be fixed. And it would be fixed, but he had all of time in his hand, and surely whatever was happening could wait just a couple of minutes. 

He pulled back from her, hiding his emotions behind his facade. At her large grin, the Doctor let out a small laugh under his breath. The sorrow of losing her was still present, but now the joy was beginning to overwhelm him. His small laugh soon turned into a louder one that quickly drew the attention of some of the onlookers. Paying them no mind, the Doctor finally caught his breath before looking back at the blonde. At her still studying gaze, realization of why finally clicked in. "Oh, right. I've got a new look!" Twirling around to show off his clothes for her, the Doctor felt the heavy fabric of his tweed jacket flow out around him. When he faced Rose once more, he straightened his bowtie with a happy smile on his face. "How do I look?" 

A Not So Familiar Face (past)

Planet of Puppies (past)

The familiar sirens of the TARDIS rang throughout the air as they whirled through space. It tilted and shifted, knocking them both in different directions. Grabbing on to the center console for balance, the Doctor tried to remain as upright as possible. It was never smooth ride, except when River flew his ship, but smooth was boring. As it gave a particularly large jolt, the Doctor felt himself fly forward and smack his head on the various buttons. A shout of pain fell from his lips and his hand flew to his head to rub his already sore skull. "That was harder than Craig's head, and that was pretty hard." As it tilted once more, he fell to the ground already off balance from his head's collision with the center console. 

The steel grate floor was hard beneath him, and even harder when he collided with it. "This certainly is going to be a bumpy ride! But don't worry, it's worth it I promise!" He looked over to Amy with a smile on his lips. The Doctor had refused to tell her where they were going, insisting that it was a surprise. He was familiar with the planet, having been there before, and knew that it wasn't dangerous at all. The ride to the planet was actually much more dangerous than the planet itself. The Doctor just hoped that they would be able to reach their destination with minimal injuries. 

Pushing himself back to his feet, he grabbed the screen and pulled it towards him. "Looks like we'll be entering the atmosphere soon. And you know what that means?" His smile was wide as he looked over at Amy, secrets twinkling behind his eyes. Without breaking his gaze from the ginger girl, the Doctor pulled down multiple levers and began pushing buttons at random. "Geronimo!" 

The Doctor held his hands up in surrender as she pointed her gun at him. He may not like guns, but he knew how fast they could kill, and he really didn't want to go through the process or regenerating at this time. "Well, I am a mad man in a box, or so Amy says quite often... but I'm not lying!" His eyebrows raised at her comment about travelling with him. "What? No. I would have remembered if my own daughter traveled with me. I haven't had anyone stay with me in the TARDIS for quite some time. Well, not long term anyway. But still!" He looked her over, wondering if this was just some trick she decided to play. Her confusion and threat seemed quite real though, and the Doctor was even more confused then when this whole mess had started. 

"Alright. Just put that down." He pushed the gun down from his chest where it was aimed, uncomfortable with it being so close and pointed at him. Taking a deep breath, he hoped it would relax the tense girl. "I suppose the title could be a bit of a mix up. Believe it or not, I have met other Doctors in the universe, although they always have a first name... I do, but I can't exactly tell people it. It's far too dangerous to be known. Amy used to call me "Raggedy Man", but that's not very common. Most people call me the Doctor. I don't know why, but they do. I call me that too, so that's probably why." He smiled at the girl, trying to reassure his daughter. "You called me and asked for help. I came. That's what I do. I'm the Doctor. I help people and occasionally save a planet or two." 

Different Dad (present)

  Jenny moved her hands away from him once again.”Hey! Stop that! Guns protect me and I’d feel much better with one in my hand. A gun’s saved my life several times, thanks.” She replied, half tempted to point it at him but, he didn’t threaten her life so, she wasn’t going to go there.  The blonde gaped at the man for a few seconds before laughing. “Oh now I know you’re crazy or lying, or both. You’re not the Doctor, I know my dad and you are not him. I’ve been traveling with him…sort of…I’ve been on his ship I mean, with him. We’ve seen each other again! He knows I’m very much alive though…you do mimic him well with the whole guns rule. Tell me who you are right now and why you’re impersonating my father.” She said with a clearly threatening tone and pointed the gun at him. 

The Doctor had looked at her with a puzzled and slightly offended look on his face. "It wasn't directed towards you. I think that much was pretty obvious. It was directed at the Slitheen, and I think they got the message loud and clear. Even if they didn't you don't need a gun to fight them. Guns are bad. Bad, bad guns." Once again he reached for the girl's gun, attempting to knock it from her hands.

At her inquiry, his brow furrowed even further in confusion. Straightening his bowtie and smoothing down his jacket, he looked at her with the still confused gaze. "I'm the Doctor of course. Come on don't tell me you don't know your own dad. I think I'll be more hurt about that then the fact that you are still in fact carrying a gun! And the fact that the last time I saw you, you were lying dead after a war with giant fish! Don't you think being alive is maybe something you ought to clue your father in on. I know, I know. Complications with the machine and such, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm your dad, and I do not want my daughter to carry a gun!" 

Different Dad (present)

  Jenny raised a brow at the Doctor’s choice in words. He didn’t look very threatening at first but even she could feel the truth in his words and it was a bit scary. It seemed to have an even worse (or better depending on your point of view) affect on the Slitheen. That being mostly because it was actually directed at them. The two seemed to exchange looks before backing away. Now that either meant they were going to give up or go for back up. Either way, she didn’t plan on sticking around to find out. 

Her attention was pulled from the guards to the stranger reaching for her gun. She pulled it away from him and took a step back. “Oi! Hands off the gun. I’m thankful for you saving me but that still doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about what you’ve just said. Who are you?”

All thoughts of the Weevils and their silly disguises flew from his mind. They still posed a danger if they attempted to open the rift, but the Doctor was almost positive they wouldn't manage that in the time that it would take just to see Rose, just to talk to her. Still sifting through the crowd, the Doctor finally reached the blonde girl. As he approached Rose, the Doctor couldn't hold back the enormous grin that stretched over his face. It was her; it was really her. Her words were already forgotten in his excited mind; he was like a child on Christmas morning, and he had just received the best present. His hands moved as he spoke, expressing his elated emotions. "It's you. Blimey it's really you. Blimey, I haven't said blimey for years; not since my regeneration. I'm sure I must have said it once or twice when I was surprised, and that does tend to happen quite often, especially with River... There are always more surprises when she's around, but she also carries a gun, which I should care about but I actually kind of like." He shook his head at his ramblings, remembering that Rose Tyler was in front of him. She looked completely normal, which was odd in itself. Rose Tyler wasn't normal; she was exceptional.

His expression suddenly fell as he continued to look her over. "Wait. Wait one second, maybe longer than that." He brought his hands to his lips as his mind began racing a million miles. Looking back up at the girl, his gaze was no longer happy but worried. "How can you be here? How can you possibly be here. You got sucked into another dimension! You can't possibly be here! First Clara and now you; I swear you companions get more and more complicated as time goes on." His eyes were wide as he stared at Rose, his hands flying up over his head as he attempted to understand how Rose Tyler was standing before him. "It's not possible! You being here is not possible! Something is wrong. What's happened?" He lowered his own height so he could look into the brown eyes he had missed so much. Cupping her face between his calloused hands, the Doctor studied her expression for any sign that something abnormal had happened. Shaking his head once again, the Doctor lowered his hands and looked at the impossible girl. "It's not possible." he said under his breath in a low murmur. 

A Not So Familiar Face (past)

While waiting for the Slitheen to reply, the Doctor looked at the blonde girl who had suddenly appeared at his side. He only spared her a glance before the giant, green aliens had caught his attention once more, and they were not agreeing to his terms. "Well, that makes things a bit more difficult. I never like fighting you lot. Don't take it personally... It's more to do with the claws I think. Oh and the stripping humans of their skins, but you haven't exactly done that. No, the other members of your family did and got blown up. That's quite the coincidence, isn't it? If you really want to fight, then I will give you some advice first." Pausing for dramatic affect, the Doctor looked at them with a serious expression. "Run. Run because if you even try to lay a hand- er claw, on any other creature with the intention of hurting them, I won't hesitate to blow you up so you can join the rest of your family, and by this rate you lot will be going extinct." 

He didn't wait for the Slitheen's reply or inevitable departure; he was too busy focusing on the girl beside him. Looking her over for any injuries, he was satisfied with her perfectly healthy form. However, the large gun in her hand caught his attention immediately. "Oh no. No guns in here. I don't like guns, and I especially don't like you holding them. Give me that." He reached for the gun, trying to get it out of his daughter's hands. 

Different Dad (present)

  Jenny pushed the cell door open as soon as she heard the telling click. When someone was rescuing, she didn’t really complain about who they were. The interrogation could happen later, beginning with why the man had her father’s phone number. “Yes, I think I like my life and skin where they are now, thanks.” Crossing the hallway, she elbowed the front of a glass container attached to the wall that contained prisoner’s possessions  her gun being one of them. It wasn’t a difficult lock so she could have just picked it and opened the normal way but, where’s the fun in that? She loaded the gun and moved to the man’s side in time to hear his announcement. “I’m sorry, whose daughter?” She asked, already pointing the gun at the Slitheen guard. She was certain she’d never seen him before in her life and now he was claiming to be her father. Was this a type of joke or was he just mad?

A Not So Familiar Face (past)

Buildings littered the sky, creating shadows across the pavement as the sun sunk lower and lower into the late afternoon. The Doctor looked around at the buzzing city. His eyes traveled with the many people who passed him, all talking on their phones or plugged into a music device by headphones. None of them spared him a glance as he made his way through the ever growing sea of people. It was becoming increasingly difficult to decipher the faces from one another as they rushed by him, which in turn made it even more difficult to search for a specific one. In a city of 8 million people, looking for a specific face was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Actually he was searching for a needle described as a haystack in a haystack. The Weevils weren't new to him, and they certainly didn't look like humans despite their humanoid biology, but they had pulled a new trick on him this time by disguising themselves. Surely the fangs would show, but humans in London rarely smiled on the crowded streets. 

He had considered calling Jack, but the Doctor was worried that Torchwood would become involved if they received even a hint of alien activity. London couldn't just shut down without alerting the Weevils; they were at least somewhat intelligent. Calling Torchwood was not an option, and so the Doctor had subjected himself to the London streets as they filled with an exceptional amount of people. As he continued to pass by the faces of strangers, something caught his attention. She didn't have fangs and her face was anything but flat, but the Doctor found himself staring at the face he hadn't seen in years. Big, brown eyes that he could never forget passed him, and the Doctor was quick to jump forward as she began blending into the moving crowd. Her blonde hair mixed with others, and from behind the Doctor couldn't tell who was Rose and who was a stranger. He raced through the crowd, trying to get a glance of the crowds faces. The Doctor quickly rattled his brain for an idea before coming to the most obvious solution. "ROSE TYLER!" His voice echoed through the crowd, but was quickly swallowed by the din of the city. 

Yes yes..you are right, as usual. And the TARDIS is much more comfy. Compromise? We'll go have an adventure on a planet of your choosing, just you and I, and then spend the night in the TARDIS.

Of course I’m right. I’m always right. 

And of course we will go on adventure. We can't exactly go anywhere without some type of trouble happening either to us or in your wake. We can easily spend the night in the TARDIS as well. I've just installed these bunk beds! They should be rather comfy considering who I bought them from... It was a bit of an under the table deal. I was going to go with hammocks, but those aren't as practical for sleeping, more for relaxing. Maybe I'll put some in another room; you can always use a good hammock. 

The Doctor looked Jenny over, taking in her appearance. He opened his mouth to reply to her question when a large crash brought his attention back to the Slitheen still chasing after him. The aliens were much too close for comfort, and they seemed even angrier then when he had first arrived. Looking back at the blonde girl, the Doctor brought his screwdriver up to the lock and heard the click of it opening. "No time to explain right now. You called for help, I came. Ta-da! Now we really must be going if you care to leave with your skin still in tact, and I would really prefer that as well. Or they may just kill us." 

His gaze turned back to the Slitheen, and he tried to think of something that would slow them down. Holding his screwdriver in a threatening manner, he saw them slow slightly until they were standing in front of him, unmoving. "That's better. Now, let me ask you lot something. What exactly are you doing here? You're banned from Raxacoricofallapatorius. You think I wouldn't remember? Your entire family was found guilty and sentenced to death. It would be a real shame if they government happened to find us here right now." The Doctor looked down at his watch and then trained his eyes back on them with a carefree manner. "Or in about ten minutes. I think I can wait."  

As they made to move, the Doctor lifted his screwdriver even higher in a threatening manner. "Oh no. I've given your family more than enough chances." He looked the green aliens over before lowering it slightly. "You're lucky I'm feeling generous, so I'll make you a deal. You leave my daughter," He pointed to Jenny who he hoped and assumed was behind him, "And myself alone. And that begins right now."

Different Dad (present)

  It seemed only a few seconds after Jenny slipped the phone back into the her hiding place, an extremely loud crash brought her to her feet and to the bars of her cell, looking out. It was nearly impossible to see much but a man’s echoed through the hall. He was quick. She’d thought he’d have gotten lost again. She grinned, adjusting her clothes quickly ready to be out. The smile faded at the voice again. It was much closer and easier to distinguish. It wasn’t a voice she recognized at all.  She leaned more into the bars, craning to see the owner of whose footsteps she was hearing. The man finally appeared and said her name. Who in the universe was this? Her brow furrowed in confusion,”Who are you? How do you know my name?”

The Doctor stared down at the phone in confusion. "That was... odd." He didn't remember giving this number to anyone; he didn't even know the number to this police box considering it wasn't suppose to work. It was a disguise. That didn't include a working phone. A noise behind him made him perk up and look behind him. The octopus was now exceptionally close, and that caused the Doctor to hurry into the phone box and slam the door shut. Looking around the TARDIS in a hurry, he ran to the center counsel and began pressing the appropriate buttons. "Right. Off to Raxicoricofalipitorious!" The TARDIS was far too quiet on his own, and to fill that silence the Doctor had taken to filling it with his own voice. 

As he was pressing buttons, the Doctor realized the strange girl on the phone hadn't given him any specific time. "Well, that could be potentially problematic. Let's see what you've got!" Running around the counsel, he dragged the screen that hung down  closer to his face as he attempted to get the data he was searching for. "Come on. There must be a way to trace the call- Oh! Brilliant!" Seeing the exact time on the screen, the Doctor felt the TARDIS tip as he began it's flight. 

Landing her was always difficult, but once the TARDIS was landed, the Doctor popped his head out. He smelled the air and stood back slightly. "Yup, definitely Raxicoricofalipitorious." As he shut and locked the door, the Doctor took in his surroundings. No creatures seemed to be mucking about, and so the Doctor was quick to navigate his way down to the holding cells; all to familiar with them himself. The sight of two Slitheen caught his attention, and he quickly hid behind an object. He had gone unnoticed by them, but it would be quite the task to get past them. Thinking it over, he looked around his surroundings in an attempt to use something. He was just about to give up when he saw what was literally in front of him; a tall stack of boxes. With great force, he managed to knock the stack over from the top down, creating a large crash to echo through the corridor leading to the cells. The Slitheen had definitely heard it and were making their way toward it and him. Jumping over the boxes, the Doctor looked for a way out but came up with nothing. Might as well do what I do best. He flung his arms wide with a big smile on his face. "Hello. I'm the Doctor, but you already knew that. Now you seem to have a friend of mine, and I suggest letting her go right now or things may get a big complicated. I've already dealt with you lot enough, don't make this harder than it has to be." He didn't wait for their reply before he was running past them and through the corridor. Quickly shouting, "Whoever called for a Doctor, grab your coat! We'll be leaving soon." Turning back around he saw the Slitheen were chasing after him and they did not look happy. Just as he was about to turn the corner, the Doctor spotted a blonde girl among the empty cells. "Jenny? What are you doing here?" 

Different Dad (present)

  Jenny had gotten herself into a bit of a problem. Normally, she was much more careful but the Slitheen family had always been moderately polite to her. Suppose it was only time that they’d find out she was the Doctor’s daughter, someone they disliked…a lot. It probably didn’t help that she was undermining their underground theft business. After finding out how much she had been snooping about they managed to hire a team to ambush her and trap her in a very uncomfortable cell. It was only change that she’d slipped her phone in her boot while lockpicking a study door.  She typed in her father’s number, knowing she’d get an earful for putting herself in danger again, but it was better then the execution that was surely headed her way. A strange man’s voice answered the phone, causing her to pull back and examine the number. It was right, and he said he was the Doctor. Maybe it was just the phone call making it sound weird, how many people in the universe could have the same name and the same number? She rolled her eyes at his question and after glancing around to make sure the guards were further away from her cell she answered in a hushed voice,”I used a phone, of course. You gave me the number. Look, I’m in trouble. I..may have got myself caught. Requesting pick up, like now, I think they’re talking about execution. You know the Slitheen. So Raxicoricofalipitorious, cell….10, I think the lower level, pretty sure I’m underground. Please hurry, no detours.” She hung up quickly, tucking the now powered off phone in her boot and biting her lip. “Please hurry up, Dad.”

....I said a night IN. You want me to spell it out for you darling? I know a bit of body language that might get the point across a lot better.

Oh... Oh! River! Not IN your Storm Cage. There are cameras and guards and things in there.