"Okay. Okay...jut let me think for a minute," he replied. His adrenaline was pumping and his thoughts were jumbled. If they went to the stone, it would mean Joe and Dale would have to blend. Americans in Victoria's London wouldn't exactly be inconspicuous. Joe was the poster child of what an Agent was supposed to avoid. Dale...Dale would pass, given the right clothing.

Maybe they could just get Joe a hat.

But if John had been lying, it would be a wasted trip. If there was no stone, or if there was simply something else he had wanted...

And then there was the fact that he had Logan and a Vortex Manipulator. They could be anywhere and anywhen.

"Shit," he hissed under his breath. "What I need is a computer. What I need is..."

Torchwood.

"Torchwood One is here in London somewhere, I think. With my Manipulator, once we find him we can arrive on his metaphorical heels. It'd be better if we were in Cardiff, although that would be a hard one to explain- And there's the whole taboo of crossing your own timeline and the risk of touching and all that would just be a mess..." He was rattling on and when he realized it, he stopped abruptly.

"Right. Torchwood One. Pinpoint the artron trail. Go get Logan. Sounds like a plan. You in?"