CONCLUSION: A State Of Paradox

Wells Time Academy, London Campus: October 9, 5090

As they stepped out of the Rift, Jack's eyes widened with surprise.

"What the. . .?"

Hart smiled at him, the still unconscious Susie draped over his shoulder.

They were standing near a rather large fountain with a statue of a young man, vortex manipulator raised to the heavens. A statue that looked a lot like Jack.

"I don't think we're in Koyto, Toto," chuckled Hart.

Jack glared at him, then smiled awkwardly. "Woof."

Following them out, Romana smiled tiredly, looking around. "Well, this works. It's safe."

She fells to her knees, exhausted.

Suddenly, Jack was bowled over by a young man in uniform, who appeared to be in a hurry to get to class. As they disentangle themselves, the boy glared at Jack, his blue eyes full of ire.

"Watch where you're going next time, jackass."

Jack stared for a moment at the boy.

Gwen gasped. "Was that. . .?"

Hart whistled. "Oh, goody. Here we are, inParadoxCity. And I forgot to bring my universe-sized bandaids."

Jack looked down at his palms. They were raw and bleeding from where he scraped them on the concrete. "Oh, this is not good," he moaned.

Faith watched the young man run off. Her fight with Death had left her dazed, so she had yet to connect the dots, or take notice of Romana still on her knees.

The Doctor frowned. "Jack! Your hands. . . that means that River. . ."

Jack looked up at his friend with a slight smirk. "Made me mortal again. Yeah."

"What?" cried Gwen. "How?"

Hart sighed. "Paradox gun. Just like the one she seems to have used on this area. Otherwise we'd all be nasty flying thing food by now."

Gwen looked about. "Ok. . . And where are we, exactly?"

Jack smiled. "WellsTimeAcademy. 5090, I'd estimate, since I'd already posed for that."

He gestured at the fountain. Hart snorted.

"What?" asked Jack. "Still jealous? You know the dean had the hots for me!"

Hart glared at him. "No, he just liked your ass."

Jack grinned at him. "Well, it is a great ass."

"No arguments from me," replied Hart.

The Doctor coughed. "If you two are quite finished. . ."

Faith blinked in mild confusion. She rubbed her eyes, as if trying to lift the daze. Her prayer power had never taken this much out of her. She leaned on Gwen.

Gwen felt her forehead. It was burning up.

"Jack? Something's wrong."

Jack ran to his daughter's side. He smiled grimly at Gwen.

"That last battle with Death. She used too much of her prayer magic. She'll be ok, as long as we let her rest."

Faith blinked up at Jack and frowned in confusion. "Death?"

Jack mirrored her frown. "Amnesia? That's new." He gestured to the Doctor. "We need to get her someplace where she can rest."

He grinned. "I've got a great idea."

Romana stirred, coming to, pulling her now asleep feet out from underneath her and leaning against the wall. "Ok, still on the floor, nice. . .So, where in time's name are we? I know it's the 51st century."

The Doctor beamed at her. "Welcome to the Time Academy, Professor Romana Patterson." He handed her psychic paper. "I think we're going to be stuck here for a while. So we'd better do our best to blend in."

And that's the end of that episode! I know it's a touch confusing, but a lot of what just happened is explained in the next episode: The Arc Of Time, which I will begin uploading tomorrow. . . so be patient!