The Doctor had been acting strange. Well...stranger than usual, as far as Rose was concerned. He hadn't been eating, he hadn't been sleeping and he spent his time locked in a room. The only way she knew he was still alive was from the loud banging, followed by cursing. She had guessed he had hurt his foot when she saw him limping when he took a bathroom break.
It was then when she took the opportunity to ease her curiosity. After all curiosity was her virtue, yet the Doctor was a step ahead of her. The door remained locked and the Doctor had always left her a note. It usually went along the lines of 'Nice try, Rose!'.
Three days had went by and she still hadn't found out what was happening with him and she got worried when she heard something explode. She rushed to the big locked metal door and started knocking at it. Fear gripped at her when she hadn't heard anything. "Doctor?" She was greeted with silence. She started banging on the door. "Doctor, are you alright?"
Two seconds later she heard the reassuring sound of bolts being unlocked. The Doctor popped his head out, looked suspiciously down both corridors, satisfied there was no one else there, he turned his attention to her.
"I'm fine!" he said scratching at his oil and paint covered face.
"What the bloody 'ell are you doin' in there?" she shouted. She was sick of his secretive attitude.
He shrugged his shoulders, stuck on his most innocent of faces before murmuring, "Nothing..."
"Dosen't sound like nothing?" She narrowed her eyes and turned her head towards the corridor."Oh my god, what the 'ell is that?"
The Doctor's eyes widened and he took a few steps forwards straining to see what she had seen. Rose took the oppurtunity and pushed past him into the room. She had not been prepared for what she saw.
Rose raised her hand to her mouth subconsciously and breathed out, "Oh my God!"
To be continued...