Random access memory is a type of computer data storage. It takes the form of integrated circuits that allow the stored data to be accessed in any order. The word random thus refers to the fact that any piece of data can be returned in a constant time, regardless of its physical location and whether or not it is related to the previous piece of data.

AN: Thanks to my beta, usedsongs! And to my friend eringiles for her encouragement and reactions.

Ianto took a break from walking and took a deep breath. Despite it being only a short walk from the city centre, he couldn't deny that coming to Bute Park felt like an escape from the hassles of city life.

However he was here on duty, and so he spent only the shortest amount of time taking in the natural beauty of the park before catching up with the team, now fairly far ahead. He shrugged off his coat, wishing he could take his suit jacket off as well. Despite it being a mild April morning, they weren't under the cover of trees yet, and the sun beat down upon their backs, unusually warm.

This Friday morning had started like any other. Well, with the exception of Gwen being absent; she and Rhys were on their honeymoon, and weren't expected back until the following Monday. Ianto had handed out mugs of coffee and tea, and then the team had all huddled around Tosh's station as an alarm started ringing.

One of Tosh's multiple programmes had detected an alien signature in the nearby Bute Park. The signature was weak, almost dormant, and had only been detected thanks to a few alterations in the scanning algorithms by Tosh. They had no way of telling how long it had been there.

This was the reason they were now surveying the park. Tosh's equipment had pinpointed the co-ordinates of the alien signature, which Ianto had recognised as being a patch of trees, not far from the Gorsegg Stone Circle. The area was in a blind spot from any of the nearby CCTV cameras, which was why they were checking it out the old-fashioned way. With their eyes.

Together, the team passed the stone circle, Tosh gasping at the beauty of it while the recently-deceased Owen snorted in disdain, entirely unimpressed. Eventually they reached the edge of a miniature forest, and Jack stopped, turning to address the team.

"Ok, Tosh and Owen, with me. There's no sense splitting up as Tosh seems sure the signature range is no wider than this group of trees. Ianto, I want you to rope off the area, make sure any dog-walkers that start sniffing around here are pointed in the other direction."

"Sir."

The three disappeared into the trees while Ianto carefully folded his coat and found a branch to hang it over. He then crouched down and set his toolkit on the ground. He opened it and reached in to grab the police tape. Standing back up, he began the task of taping the area off.

"Anything, Tosh?"

Toshiko glanced down at the handheld device she was carrying, concentrating on the fluctuating lines on the monitor.

"It's hard to pinpoint its exact location, the signal's so weak. But we're close, practically on top of it."

Jack sighed, looking around the area of woodland they were in. For all they knew, the alien signature could be in the branches of the tallest tree, and it had been a while since he had been tree-climbing.

"Where's Owen?" Jack set off in the direction Tosh pointed in, beckoning her to follow.

They caught up with him within a minute. The doctor was peering in bushes, parting the foliage with a branch.

"Anything?" Jack asked, though he was doubtful.

"A few leaves, some branches, trees. You know, this would be a lot easier if we knew what the bleeding hell we were looking for!" Owen cast an accusing glare towards Toshiko, who missed it entirely as she focused on her handheld device once more. He leaned against a red telephone box and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I'm trying, but the signal's so weak it could be anything. The readings have spiked, though. Whatever it is, we're right on it."

"Ok, so we keep looking." Jack looked at Owen, as if expecting a challenge from the doctor. Owen just shrugged and stood up straight. It was then that Jack noticed it. "What is a phone box doing in Bute Park?"

Owen looked at it, flinching as if noticing it for the first time. Toshiko looked up from her scanner, then back down at it.

"That can't be it, can it? What's alien about a phone box? It must be inside it." She put the device away, looking at the phone box with interest.

"I haven't seen one of these for years! A 'Vermillion Giant'! One of only fifty made! Late 1920's, look, see?" Jack moved to the side of the phone box. "It has a mailbox, and slot machines for stamps. What is one doing here?"

The phone box's red paint was peeling from years of abandonment. It's hiding spot within the trees had ensured nobody had come across it, and if they did it didn't draw their attention. The glass panels were blacked out, masking its interior. Jack circled it twice before pulling the door gingerly. It seemed to be stuck, and with a stronger yank it opened slightly. Jack tried to quash the excitement rising up within him.

"You guys stay here, I'll check it out." He disappeared inside, closing the door behind him. Tosh and Owen shared confused glances, and within seconds they heard Jack whooping and cheering, laughing as well.

"Jack?" Tosh called out, edging closer to the booth.

"Come in, guys!" Jack yelled out, the glee in his voice unmistakeable.

"He's cracked," Owen said to Toshiko, "how are three of us going to fit in there?"

Tosh grasped the handle on the door and pulled, gasping in shock as she looked in.

"Tosh?" Owen called, but Tosh ignored him and disappeared inside. Owen shook his head in disbelief and followed.

Once inside, Owen blinked several times as if what he was seeing was an illusion. When the vision refused to change, he spun around where he stood, taking in every inch of it. "It's bigger on the inside!"

"This, my friends," Jack stood at the centre, next to a hexagonal panel, at the centre of which was a huge cylinder that reached the ceiling of the vast room, "is a TARDIS!"

"It's a Spaceship?" Tosh questioned, already pulling her laptop out of her bag, and starting preliminary scans.

"Sort of. It travels through space and time!" Jack started fiddling with dials and switches, frowning when nothing happened. "Though by the looks of it, she's long been broken."

"She?" Owen scoffed, walking around the large room. "It's a bloody machine, Jack."

"Hey, they have feelings, too!" Jack glared at Owen, anger blazing in his eyes.

"The signal's still weak; it could have been here for years, decades even and we wouldn't have known," Tosh interrupted the potential confrontation.

"Surely someone would have noticed a telephone box in the middle of Bute Park?" Owen shoved his hands in his pockets once more as he leant against the rail by the door.

"Not necessarily. The TARDIS is designed to blend in, a perception filter, like the one on our lift. We nearly missed it out there." Jack continued to fiddle with the controls of the ship, growing increasingly frustrated as nothing happened. "What I'd give for a Sonic Screwdriver right now."

"But how did it get here?" Toshiko wondered aloud, not looking up from her laptop.

"I have no idea; a Time Lord must have crashed here."

"Time Lord?" Owen looked bewildered, crossing the space to join Jack by the console.

"Alien. They use a TARDIS to travel through time and space, that's why they're called Time Lords." Jack avoided eye contact with either of his employees, feeling guilty over withholding information. "This one's broken though. I can't fix it, and believe me, I have a lot of experience with these things. We'll have to bring it back to the Hub, put it in the archives."

"How the bloody hell are we going to drag a massive spaceship back to the Hub?" Jack smirked at Owen's question.

"It's still a telephone box on the outside!" Jack reached up to his ear and pressed the earpiece. "Ianto, you done?"

"The area's taped off now," Ianto's voice came through all three's earpieces. "I followed Tosh's co-ordinates but I can't see you anywhere."

"Can you see a red phone box?" Jack's amusement was evident in his voice, a grin lighting up his face.

"What are you talking about? Why would – oh wait, I see it now. What's it doing here?"

"Step inside, Ianto!"

"Is this a joke, Jack?" Jack laughed at Ianto's scepticism.

"No, it's not a joke. I'm being serious, come inside and I'll explain!" The comms went silent, as Ianto apparently considered this. A few seconds later, the door behind Owen opened and Ianto stepped in, mouth open in shock and disbelief. The door closed behind him, and Ianto peered around the vast room, unable to believe that the huge place could fit inside a phone box. Jack waited for the inevitable comment, but was surprised by what Ianto actually said.

"Well, I see dimensions are irrelative!"

Jack was disappointed and about to retort but backed away from the panel as the cylinder started pumping, lights flickered and the room was filled with a rush of sound as the TARDIS powered up.

"Jack, what the hell's going on?" Owen yelled, looking at the console for answers. Jack tried flicking switches, pressing buttons and pulling levers, mirroring his earlier actions although now he was trying to stop what he feared was happening. However the TARDIS refused to yield to his control, and all too soon he heard that oh-so-familiar sound.

"We're going on a little trip!" Jack tried hard to keep the panic out of his voice, but the terrified expressions on each one of his team member's faces didn't help him to stay calm. Ianto and Tosh opened their mouths to say something, but before they could the TARDIS juddered as it began its flight, and they went sprawling to the floor.

Jack and Owen gripped onto the panel, the only thing keeping them upright. Owen was glaring daggers at Jack, who merely shrugged helplessly.

Apart from that initial jolt, the ride was smooth and bump free. Owen and Jack were able to relinquish their grip on the panels, standing straight. Toshiko climbed to her feet, checking her laptop over for damage.

"Ianto? You OK?" Jack called out, concerned as their youngest team member had remained on the floor. The sound of retching echoed around the room, and as he looked closer, he saw Ianto's shoulders heaving as he threw up on the floor.

"Aw, look, teaboy's being travel sick!" Owen smirked as Jack rushed over, kneeling down beside him.

"You ok, Ianto?" Jack rubbed Ianto's back in small circles.

"Sorry, Jack!" Ianto's voice was hoarse, spoken between shuddering gasps as he fought to stop throwing up. "Not sure...what's happening!" Jack continued his massage, deep in thought. Truth be told, he'd never heard of anyone being sick on the TARDIS. He certainly never had, and knew for a fact that Rose, Martha or Mickey hadn't either. Ianto eventually stopped heaving and managed to pull himself up using the railing, standing up on shaky legs.

"Alright now?"

"I'll be fine once we stop." No sooner had he spoken the words than the TARDIS powered down, and the engines silenced.

"Why don't we see where we are?" Jack beamed at his team, regaining his old sense of adventure and excitement. All three of them looked back at him with a mixture of fear, apprehension and, on Ianto's part, nausea. Jack ran up the steps and pushed open the door, only to be knocked down as a figure barged into him. They fell to the floor, Jack pinned down by the stranger.

"Doctor?"