"Autons. The plastic people. They're...an alien species from my world. Sort of. It's... Hard to explain." Rose sighed, annoyed with the whole thing. She'd just gotten used to having to deal with Lawrence's issues instead of Torchwood's. Now it felt like everything was reversed. "They're controlled by a power source, the Nestene. They themselves have no feeling, from what I understand." Which meant the Nestene Consciousness was out here somewhere. And her Doctor, the Ninth with his goofy smile and bright eyes, he was probably going to be too distracted looking for the humanized TARDIS to actually pay attention to her pleas to find some form of anti-plastic.
Which led her to believe maybe she'd been specifically targeted. Maybe she'd gotten too close. Maybe her ideas would've been too troublesome.
Or maybe it was just who she suspected it was and that person wanted to throw the objects of his despise off their game. What better way than to take those who meant the most to them? Starting with the TARDIS and working on down. Who next? Jenny? His fiance and his daughter? Possible. River? Future wife? Also quite possible. Ugh. She was the opposite of happy.
But then where did the others fit in? That's what she needed to know, that was why she'd wanted Elena and Jules researching it. If they could piece that together, maybe they could've gotten the motive behind them being there at all. And why they weren't being killed.
"We're not giving up. We'll still try. But it definitely helps knowing someone's out there, not giving up on us. And I don't think they will. Not in this place. My team back home, they'd look until it wasn't practical to do so anymore. Not me, and I'm trying to change that, but they do what they have to. Here, though? We're all in the same boat, so to speak. We're in it together. They won't give up looking until they find us...or they find our bodies."