“Any results?”

            “Not at this end,” Andy said. “Except for the spooky factor of finding out you’ve lived through the near-destruction of the Earth and forgot all about it.”

            Jack grinned at him. “The alternative would have sucked, Andy.”

            “Yeah. I kind of figured that out.” Andy’s workstation beeped softly and he turned to look at the display. “Now that’s odd.”

            “What is it?”

            “I’ve had mainframe running some cross-references with the Valiant files you gave us access to, and it’s pinging a Professor Docherty. Someone you know?”

            “Only by name. Why is mainframe pointing us to her?”

            “I asked her to look for people appearing in the Valiant files who also were currently involved in any sort of genetic research.” Andy entered a new query into his keyboard. “Professor Docherty taught at University of London until six years ago, when her son was killed by a hit-and-run driver. Soon after that she joined the Lazarus Corporation, a medical research group created after…”

            “After I put LazLabs out of business,” the Doctor said. “It was LazLabs that created the technology the Master used to age me, Jack. They would be familiar with Time Lord DNA.”

            At the terminal opposite Andy’s, Kathy Swanson did a little victory dance. “Does anyone in this room believe in coincidences?”

            “Not bloody likely,” Andy retorted.

            “Good. Rumor has it that both UNIT and Torchwood London have been researching the Doctor for decades. Secret projects of all kinds. The thing is, both UNIT and Torchwood have to submit budget requests to the government or the Crown, so I started to look for funding items that seemed not quite the thing.”

            “And you found it?”

            “Right there in the open. Bastards are very sure of themselves. For the past six years, Torchwood London has funded research at the Lazarus Corporation for, and I quote, the study of extraterrestrial organisms and their effects on human DNA.”

            “And the justification?” Jack asked.

            “After repeated attacks from alien races it is imperative to develop possible mechanisms of defence against viral, bacterial, or toxemic attack.” She made a face. “You have to hand it to them. It’s a logical proposal.”

            “How much have they funneled through?”

            “Twenty-five million pounds every year for the last five years. They have some very, very strong supporters in Parliament.”

            “All right, then. Now we know who we’re up against…”

            “Jack.”

            “Yes, Doc?”

            “Andy and I have been looking at the Lazarus Corporation’s website. All full of good stuff about the vaccines they have developed and the charitable work they do. They’re especially proud of their chairman. Lady Lucy Saxon.”