Major Blake sits in a chair, deep in thought, as Harriet approaches and asks if there's been a Code Nine. Oh my God, even Harriet can't handle David Tennant. We're calling that a "Ten" now, dear. Major Blake is sorry to say that there's been no Doctor sighting as yet. "You've met him," Blake remembers, and calls him "the stuff of legend." He is that, Harriet agrees. But "failing him," she almost stammers, and then steels herself, and looks into the Major's eyes: "What about Torchwood?" He's taken aback, stuttering, and she says she knows damn well that she's not supposed to know about that -- "Not even the United Nations knows" -- but that "if ever there was a need" for Torchwood, it's now. The Major balks: "I can't take responsibility." Harriet says that she can, and will. She tells him to get them ready; she thinks about rage.
Alex brings Harriet his tablet and shows her, as well as Llewellyn and Sally Jenkins, his translation of the aliens so far. "People," which could also be translated "Cattle," "you belong to us. To the Sycorax." Not Martians, Alex notes. "We own you. We now possess your land, your minerals, your precious stones. You will surrender or they will die. Sycorax strong! Sycorax mighty! Sycorax rock!" As in the modern sense, Alex notes: "They rock." Llewellyn seizes on the pronoun issue: "'They will die'? Not 'you will die', 'they will die.' Who's 'they'?" Alex says he doesn't know, but that he double-checked: it's "they." Harriet orders a reply: "This is a day of peace on planet Earth. Tell them we extend that peace to the Sycorax. And then tell them that this planet is armed, and we do not surrender." Alex notes it all down and everybody scatters.
Jackie sleeps sweetly beside her Doctor, head on a pillow she's placed on the bed. Rose watches the pair of them, leaning in the doorframe, and is joined by Mickey. Her voice shakes: "The Doctor wouldn't do this. The old Doctor. The proper Doctor. He'd wake up. He'd save us." Mickey looks down at her and there is no anger, nor is there judgment: "You really love him, don't you?" She closes her eyes and puts her arms around Mickey, closing the circuit.
The sun rises at UNIT, where everybody's running around. Sally projects the Sycorax's response video. The leader -- we're going to call him Caliban, and we won't hate him for being what God made -- holds out his hand; a blue light wavers around it and disappears. Harriet's like, "Um? I don't speak hand-fire language? Was that a response?" Alex is like, "It looked like energy, or static." Llewellyn says that it was more like a spell, like something a witch might cast. Sally Jenkins is wreathed in blue light, but the rest don't notice. "Maybe it's a different form of language," Llewellyn suggests, "Some sort of ideogram or pictogram?" One-third of the UNIT staffers suddenly snap into formation and begin to march out of the war room, hypnotized. Llewellyn chases Sally, trying to restrain her; security stands before the empty hordes, with guns. Harriet and the Major order them to let the zombies do what they will; Llewellyn cringes and wonders where they're going.