Rose follows the Doctor out of the TARDIS, giggling, and they meet Jackie, waiting outside. In the playground where you peel your wishes apart, he arranges three short cones upon the ground, asking Jackie about the next shift. "Quarter to," she says, checking her watch. Terrified of losing it: "But don't go causing trouble. What's that lot do?" Triangulates their point of origin. Rose asks if maybe it's the Gelth, but she and the Doctor both know it's not. (Funny that you mention that, though. The Rift in Cardiff is intimately tied with the ghosts of our history, and with Torchwood.) Pity the Gelth, and pity the poor serving girl who saved the world, and nobody ever knew. Even after she died, a hero. "They were just coming through one little rift," says the Doctor. One tiny little rift. "This lot are transposing themselves over the whole planet. Like tracing paper." Jackie gets cross as the Doctor imparts the information: "You're always doing this, reducing it to science." Somebody says to Orpheus that the dead stay dead: what do you think he said? "Why can't it be real?" asks Jackie. Begging for his assent to this, this little piece of magic in the Powell Estates after so long with no magic at all. For the return of love. The Doctor ignores Jackie. "Just think of it, though!" she tells him. "All the people we've lost, our families coming back home. Don't you think it's beautiful?" He spares her a glance, for the first time: "I think it's horrific." Jackie closes her mouth with a click. The Doctor gets back to work, Rose following. They plug things in and whatnot. Jackie steps inside, closing the door behind her. The Doctor and Rose joke around at the console, about how she should press this button and not that one, and not that one -- "Now you've just killed us," he grins, and she giggles -- and he hands over his screwdriver to her into the bargain. Jackie stares at them and calls time again. Two minutes to ghost shift. Two minutes to Earth Death.

"Two minutes to the next shift," says Yvonne. "Let's make it a good one, people." Addie and Gareth come back; Yvonne grins at them as though they were schoolchildren. Adeola apologizes for being late, and Yvonne's sweet: "Save it 'til later....And: powering up!" The techs pull levers up, the shift begins, Adeola and Gareth turn to their computers, earpieces bleeping, faces unnaturally blank.