Jack turned the key in his fingers a couple of times as he listened to her annoyed voice echo around the empty Hub.

It was hard to deal with, hard to accept. But then Jack had seen a lot of strange things in his life. He could suspend his disbelief.

"I'm not running from you," he said as he shoved his keys back into his pocket and turned back to the computer, shifted back into work mode.

"Right," he said, "how did you get here --and I don't take kindly to snooping in my files by the way, Torchwood isn't a library. If you wanted something you could just get the Doctor to ask. And where is the Doctor? Is he okay? And for that matter where are you? You know, blue box, bigger on the inside and all that."

He started keying away, trying to determine where the signal was coming from, and what was trapping it in place.