Author's Notes

Doctor Who, et al., belongs to the BBC. No money being made on my end. I'm just playing in their world.

Now that the technicalities are out of the way, there are a couple of things to cover. The T rating is for implied sexual content and character death. This is a completed story and will be updated as regularly as possible. Enjoy.

The Order of Things

Rose Tyler ran down the corridor, hand clenched happily in another one. She chanced a glance to the side, grinning at her running partner. The Doctor had an ecstatic look on his face as their footsteps pounded in unison. The commotion behind them reminded them to not slow down.

Matching trainers slid around the corner as they tried to lose their pursuers. The Doctor pulled Rose into the first door to the side. It led into a classroom that had two doors at the back. Dodging the desks, they made for them. The first one was locked, and the Doctor immediately pulled out his sonic screwdriver. Or rather, his third attempt at rebuilding it. The light sputtered as Rose ran past and tried the next door.

"Doctor! Here!"

They ducked into the dark room, and the Doctor locked the door from the inside with the screwdriver.

"I guess it's much better at locking than unlocking," he said, panting as he tried to catch his breath.

"I just hope you can get it unlocked," Rose said, heaving just as hard.

Their lives in the six months since Darlig Ulv Stranden, take two, had been one adventure after another. Neither of them felt comfortable just sitting still and living life day to day, so they threw themselves into their jobs as Torchwood. In fact, Rose had gone to Pete within a week of settling into this parallel world. After that discussion, Torchwood had announced the new First Contact Team, which consisted of just the Doctor and Rose. They had the fastest transportation available and spent their days traveling the Earth, searching for signs of alien influence, contact, or invasion. It just figured that on one of their brief visits home they were called on again.

"Traskitalians are peaceful. What in the world would make them mount a full-scale invasion?" he asked, pacing around the tiny room.

Rose glared at him. Even as a human, he recovered from exertion much faster than she did, and she was in bloody good shape. "I don't know. Did that name they said mean anything to you?"

He shook his head. "You?"

She shrugged. "Not a thing." Still gasping for breath, she leaned back against the wall. "So, what next?"

The Doctor looked around the room. "Well, we have the stuff here to take them out."

Rose looked up sharply. She met his quirky grin with a frown. "I know. We need to think of something else."

"Definitely." She pulled her mobile out of her pocket and flipped it open. "We've got a signal. How about we just call in the cavalry?"

"Well, if you want to do it the easy way."

She let the relief flow through her at his easy acceptance of her plan. Dialing quickly, she snapped out orders over the link. Once she got confirmation, she slid down onto her bottom and leaned her head back against the wall. "You realize that Mum's going to kill you now, right?"

"What for this time?" he asked, staring down at her in surprise. "I brought you home, just like I promised."

"Yes, but we didn't even get dinner finished when we were called out. If Pete hadn't been called, too, I think she'd have had at you right then and there."

The Doctor sat beside her. "I wasn't the one who got caught grinning at having an excuse to leave," he said, putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her toward him for a quick kiss on the head.

This new willingness to show his emotions was an adjustment for Rose. She loved the attention, but it was disconcerting at times. Other times, especially at night, she absorbed the affection. Knowing that this man was mortal, just like her, implanted a bit of an irrational fear of losing him. She sighed and leaned closer to him.

They sat there for close to an hour before her phone rang again. Hearing the all clear, they both stood. Rose stretched her stiff muscles while the Doctor worked at unlocking the door. It only took him two tries to get it unlocked.

"Getting closer, then?" she asked as she nodded toward the tool.

"Yeah. Another couple tries and it'll be close to my old one. Of course, the one that River Song had was a lot more advanced…"

"River Song? Who's that?" Rose asked. He still came up with names of people that he'd encountered during her exile, and while a tiny bit of her was jealous that he had shared adventures with others, she grieved with him every time he told her that someone else had died.

"Someone who knew me much better than she should've."

Curious, Rose struggled to give him the space he obviously needed. She could usually tell from his tone who had died because of their contact with him. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." He stared at her. "Don't apologize to me for not being able to save someone. And River went voluntarily. She made her choice."

She cocked her head. "And you, of course, don't agree with the choice she made. So she must've saved your life."

"Cold-cocked me and handcuffed me to a wall."

Her snort of laughter was out before she could stifle it. "She handcuffed you?"

"Yeah. Don't ask me why she was carrying handcuffs in a library." He sighed as the knob finally turned. "And she didn't die. Not exactly."

Rose turned his face toward her before he could leave the room. "When I say that I'm sorry doesn't mean that I'm apologizing. I'm sharing your sorrow at losing another friend."

He kissed her quickly and crushed her against him. "Thank you."

They left to join their team, who was trying to quietly remove six-foot tall purple-skinned creatures from the building. The ride back to Torchwood was quick, but the debriefing took a bit longer.

"So, these Traskitalians," and even though Pete stumbled over the name, he still got it out respectably, "Are normally peaceful?"

The Doctor nodded. "And their home world isn't even in this galaxy."

"Could they have come from the Rift?" Rose asked.

"I don't see how. There haven't been any abnormal readings indicating anything came through," Pete said.

"Although, a trip through that sort of spatial/temporal conduit could explain their change in behavior. The Traskitalians do have an extremely advanced sense of self-preservation. The shock could've rewired them, so to speak."

"All right. I'll order a full battery of tests on the Rift and the aliens both. In the meantime, you two go downstairs to the car and we'll head back to the house. Jacks will have our heads if we don't get home soon."

They all shared a grin about Jackie's eccentricities before splitting up. The Doctor took Rose's hand and dragged her down the hall to her office. Slamming the door, he pushed her up against the door and kissed her hard.

His mouth on hers made coherent thought difficult, but she finally pulled away. "What are you doing?" she asked before he kissed her again.

Several moments later, she fell forward against him and panted for breath. When she looked up, he had a sheepish grin on his face.


The Doctor leaned down and nibbled at her ear as he whispered, "Well, we can't do this at your mother's house."

She laughed. "All right then." Running her hands through his hair, she pulled him down to return the favor. This was the one thing that she'd never regret. To finally get to show physical affection, outside of body possession or life and death situations was worth it. It was nearly enough to be able to forget that this really wasn't her Doctor.

They still made it downstairs before Pete, but not by much. Rose was fairly sure that her father knew about their stop in her office, but he didn't say anything about it. Jackie was understandably upset, but since all three of them showed up in one piece and not covered in blood, slime, or dirt, she let them be.

Rose never understood her mother's reason for it, but since returning back to this world, she had acted like the Doctor and Rose were married, including putting them in the same bedroom. Scratching it up to Pete's influence, she never complained. Instead, she climbed into the huge bed and snuggled under the blankets, waiting for the Doctor to come to bed.

Sleeping side by side had been quite a venture in the beginning. Rose tended to be an active sleeper, but the Doctor was just as bad. After several incidents of fights over blankets and near scuffles over bed space, they finally learned to coexist in the small space.

"I love you," he whispered as he curled around her.

Rose smiled. That was a nightly tradition that she wholly approved of. "I love you too." Sighing happily, she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

It was completely dark, but Rose was used to waking up at all hours and being absolutely alert. With her lifestyle, if she wasn't alert, she was dead. The normal noises of her parents' house came to her ears, but nothing that should have woken her. After a moment, she wondered if Tony had cried out and woken her up, but there was no repeat of the sound.

Sitting up carefully so as not to disturb the Doctor, she stared around into the blackness, wondering what had disturbed her. A mumble from beside her finally clued her in. She lay back down, facing him. He was dreaming.

His first night on this world had been harrowing. As a Time Lord, his dreams were restricted to the limited sleep that he required, but as a human, he had been overwhelmed by the constant bombardment of dreams. Rose knew that destroying the Daleks, again, had weighed heavily on him, in spite of what the other Doctor had implied. So she took his nightmares very seriously.

Laying her hand on the side of his face, she could feel the muscles in his face twitching as he suffered through the dream. She frowned as an unintelligible mumble passed his lips. Unable to comfort him in the dream, Rose slid as close to him as she could, trying to warm him up. Despite his mostly human physiology, there were a few traits that were strictly Time Lord, including a lower than normal body temperature.

"No chance, Martian!"

She jumped as the words erupted from her sleeping lover. He'd told her that there were Martians, but he'd also been very clear that they wouldn't contact Earth for another century or so. Rose sighed. She needed to make a few discreet inquiries at the office tomorrow.


"I'm here," she said, not knowing if he was still dreaming.

He shuddered and pulled her into his arms, clinging to her. Rose kissed wherever she could reach, his shoulder, his neck, his jaw. She simply existed so he could draw strength from her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked quietly.

Shaking his head, he buried his head onto her shoulder. Rose knew that neither of them would sleep the rest of the night, so she opened her mouth to ask him if he wanted her to go put on a pot of tea. His kiss was fierce and completely unexpected.

His stubble ground roughly against her face, but she didn't care. She gave him everything she could. This wasn't the first time they'd made love, but it was certainly the most desperate. He tore at her night shirt, revealing flesh. She ran her hands over his bare shoulders, digging her fingers into his skin. The blankets were quickly kicked off the bed as the Doctor poured everything he could into touching Rose. She reciprocated.

Nearly an hour later, they both lay intertwined, shining with sweat. The Doctor had his face buried in Rose's hair as they both struggled to regain their breath.

"I thought we couldn't do this here," she said with a grin.

He shrugged. "I wasn't really thinking about your mother when I started this." A heavy shudder shook his body. "And that didn't help."

"Are you all right?"

"I'm always all right."

Rose groaned and rolled over. She really hated that little leftover from the Doctor. "I get the shower first," she said.

After a few minutes, she knew that she was no longer alone. Wiping the water away from her eyes, she stared up into his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" she asked.

He shrugged uncomfortably. "You take care of me and I have trouble acknowledging that."

A smile lit her face. "I know that," she said, stepping forward and pulling him under the hot water. "But it's still very nice to hear. I don't expect to hear it every time." Seeing the relief on his face, she decided to tease him a bit. "Just don't expect me to take it calmly every time."

The water flattened his hair to his head as she watched him try to ignore her teasing. Rose took pity on him and stepped close, kissing his neck. She slipped behind him and started scrubbing his back, drawing tiny circles around the mole that he'd discovered after his regeneration with such glee. When she let her soapy hands slip lower, he turned back around and pulled her into his arms.

It was nearly dawn when they got down to the kitchen. Rose fixed a quick breakfast while the Doctor sat and drank his tea slowly.

"Still not want to talk about it?" she asked as she sat a plate in front of each of them.

"No." He sipped the tea again before looking at her. "I'm sorry I can't, but this is just something I need to deal with."

She stared before she nodded slowly. "All right. If I can help, then just let me know."

A familiar manic grin lit his tired face. "I will." Their quiet meal was nearly finished before Rose's brother made himself heard.

"Mum'll be down here in a bit," she said. "Tony likes an early breakfast."

"I need to go into Torchwood this morning," he said as he took his dishes to the sink.

"I do, too." When she noticed his surprise, she shrugged. "It can wait, though. Go ahead and I'll meet you there later."

The Doctor nodded before fleeing the kitchen. Despite Jackie's apparent acceptance of him, he still wasn't very comfortable around her. Rose smiled as she watched his quick retreat.

"What's so funny this early?" Jackie asked as she walked in with Tony in her arms.

"Nothing." She reached for the boy as her mother began preparing breakfast. "Oh, who's a big boy this morning?"

"He tore the sheets off his cot again," Jackie complained. "It's so that I have to make up after I get him up every morning." Putting Tony in his seat, she didn't bother to look at Rose as she continued. "Do I have to make up another one this morning?"

Tea shot across the table as Rose choked. Color rushed to her face as she realized that her parents had heard their tryst. Coughing to clear her throat, she finally spoke. "He had another nightmare, Mum."

"And that was his way of coping?" She shook her head as she spooned cereal into her son's waiting mouth. "You can pick them."

"Hey, he's nothing like Jimmy," Rose said in protest.

Jackie stared seriously at her daughter. "I don't mean it like that. I know this one's human, but he's too much like the other one, and that one couldn't give you what you need."

"He gives me what I need, Mum."

"Sweetheart, I don't just mean sex."

"Mum!" Rose tried to communicate her convictions to her mother. "He tells me he loves me. More than that, he shows me. And that's something that the other Doctor never did."

"All right. I know when I'm beaten." She wiped the excess cereal off of Tony's face before handing him his cup. "So, what does he dream about?"

Rose shrugged. "Different things. Sometimes it's about friends who have left. People he couldn't save. Things like that."

"And what was last night's then?"

"He wouldn't say."

Jackie put her hand on her daughter's. "Far be it for me to tell you how to live your life." She barely paused for Rose's sarcastic snort. "You'll do what you want, and I've finally come to terms with that. If he'd come back for you before this, I'd have hugged you goodbye and sent you off. But I can still see some things that you can't.

"This one. He'll get you killed, and that's what scares me. You two live too close to the edge, and one day one of you is going to slip. Either way, I lose you." Tony's impatient cry forced her to look away from Rose and back to the boy's food.

There wasn't much she could say in defense of that one. "I'm sorry, Mum. But I know what I have to do." She smiled sadly. "And I know that you'd have done the same thing if it were Dad."

Jackie smiled. Most of the time, Rose called him by his given name, but every once in a while, she would give in. Pete had given her permission to call him whatever she wanted, and in a business situation, she had avoided a few of the nepotism charges by never calling him Dad. They got on well, though. For Jackie, it was simply a relief that she finally had the family she'd wanted.

"Listen. I need to go in to the office today." Seeing her mother's frown gathering, Rose grinned. "I won't be long. I promise. A couple hours, tops."

"I swear your father's been a horrible influence on you. Oh, go on with you. We'll be here when you get back."

"Thanks, Mum." She kissed her mother on the cheek and dashed up to her room.

The Doctor's coat and trainers were missing, so she knew that he'd already left. Hoping that he didn't need her office, their office, she corrected herself mentally, she pulled on her leather coat and shoes and left.

Torchwood was her home away from home. It had been the only place that she had felt alive when she first got here, and after the goodbye on the beach, it had been her sanity. Mickey had understood and had helped her find something to focus on. When the darkness had started snuffing out stars, she had been the first to volunteer to go back to warn the Doctor.

Seeing him had been the best moment of her life. She had never realized that missing someone could actually be physically painful, but the flood of joy and relief when she saw him start running for her had nearly choked her. His near regeneration had frightened years off of her life, and then the sight of two of them had added confusion to the mix. It had taken nearly a week for her emotions to settle to anywhere near normal.

Having a new Doctor to look after helped. Rose smiled at the lift walls as she considered her new life. Yes, she still missed the Doctor and the TARDIS, but it could have been worse. The lift doors opened, and she walked toward Pete's office.

"I'm sorry, Miss Tyler," the receptionist said, stopping her before she could get to the closed door. "Mr. Tyler's in a meeting."

"Oh." She was surprised. "Who's in with him?"

"Mr. Smith."

Startled, Rose shrugged. "Fine, then." She turned on her heel and headed down to the holding cells where the Traskitalians were being processed.

"Hey, Rose," Jake called when she walked into the control room.

"Hi," she said. "So, anything about these ones?"

"Other than the fact that they're purple?" His cheeky grin hid a lot, but she saw more of him than he realized. "Not really. We tested them for residue from the Rift, but nothing has showed up."

She knew that he missed Mickey nearly as much as she did. The three of them had grown together as mates over the last couple years, even though there was no hint of romance between them. He hadn't been very surprised, though, when Rose returned without Mickey.

"Have we translated anything else?"

"Yeah, actually. They keep saying something about a lance." Jake shook his head. "These blokes are miles ahead of us technologically. Why would they be going on about a lance?"

Rose frowned. "I don't know. Are you sure they're saying lance?"

"Not positive. The Doctor worked on this translation program, but it's nowhere near complete. And they weren't even in the protocol when we started it. So with them, it's back to square one."

"Right." She stared through the monitor into one of the cells, where the tallest one stared up at her uncannily. "I'll be right back."

"Rose! Don't do anything stupid, or else Jackie will have me," Jake said.

"I'm just going down to look." She grinned. "Look, no touch. I promise."


She threw a quick one-armed hug around his shoulders and squeezed him. "Thanks."

He shook his head at her. "One of these days, Rose."

"But not today," she said as she left the room. It probably wasn't fair of her to tease him like that, but she missed Mickey and he was the next best substitute. She paused before entering the passageway between the cells. The one that had looked at her before had moved to the front of the group and was waiting for her.

"When we saw you earlier, you said the name Aelica. What does that mean?" She stared up at the creature, who returned her stare calmly. "Can you understand me?"

The Traskitalian spoke, and for its large and rough appearance, its voice was quiet. "Estivalia oark tannick falla Rose."

She blinked. "You said my name. How do you know that?"


Rose shook her head. "I'm sorry. I don't understand your language."

"Nalileh crasi language."

"You're learning English as we speak," she said, watching the alien.

"We're learning English as we speak."

A smile brightened her face. "He didn't say anything about your language skills. What's your name?"

"Bessimil," the alien said.

"You said that earlier. So your name is Bessimil?"


"While I'm thrilled that we can communicate, I need to ask. Why did a peaceful group like you try to invade us?"

"No invasion."

"Well, for someone not invading, you brought a big enough force and too many guns for comfort."

"I don't understand your statement."

Rose laughed ruefully. "Sorry. I guess sarcasm doesn't translate. We'll try this again. If you aren't invading, then what are you doing here?"

"We are messengers."

"Okay, so what's the message?"

The Traskitalian leaned toward her. "She is dying.

"Who is?"

"She is. The Savior. She is dying."

Trying to control her irritation, she sighed. "But who is the Savior?"

"You know her. You saved her."

The aliens drew back into the center of their cells. By the time that Rose had processed the formation, the transmat had taken all of them.

"No!" she shouted, pounding on the doors as she watched them vanish. Turning back toward the camera, she screamed, "Jake! Get the doors open!"

"They're already gone, Rose."

Frustrated, she kicked the door, ignoring the pain in her foot. She stomped back up to the control room. "How did they manage to transmat out of here?"

"There's a ship leaving orbit right now," Jake said. "They're gone."

She sighed and collapsed into a seat. "Well, did you at least get our conversation on tape?"

"For all the good it does us."

"I know. Who's the Savior?" Rose asked.

Jake stared at her. "What are you talking about?"

"Apparently, there was no invasion. They're messengers. Bloody cryptic messenger," she said. Looking up at her friend, she frowned at his expression. "What?"

"Rose, we taped every word that passed between you. But we can't understand a bloody thing you're saying."

"What? We were speaking English."

"No, you weren't. You were speaking whatever they were."

"That's impossible," she said as she stood up and stood beside him.

He brought up the image on the monitor and turned the volume up high. Rose listened in confusion. "Is that the program working?" she asked.

"Doing what? I can understand you for the first few statements and then you start talking like them."

"No, they started speaking Eng…" She stared at the monitor. "Run it back. To the very beginning of when I went down there."

"You got it." As the playback started, she lost the color in her face.

"When we saw you earlier, you said the name Aelica. What does that mean? Can you understand me?"

"We seek the one called Rose."

"You said my name. How do you know that?"


"I'm sorry. I don't understand your language."

"But you speak our language."

"You're learning English as we speak."

"We're learning English as we speak."

"He didn't say anything about your language skills. What's your name?"


"You said that earlier. So your name is Bessimil?"


"I understand it," she whispered. "I understand it all."

"Rose, what was said?" Jake asked.

She filled him in on the conversation quickly. He sighed and played it back one more time, but it still didn't mean any more to him than it did the first time. "Well, we're going to have to take your word on this one."

Shaking her head, she stared blankly at the monitor, although there were only empty cells showing. "I haven't done that since I was in the TARDIS last. And there's no TARDIS in this world."

"So I guess the big question is who gets to tell Pete."

Rose looked up. "I will." Trying to plaster a cheery smile on her face, she said, "It'll be fine. I promise."

"That's what you said when the stars started going out," Jake said.

"Well, we saved the world, didn't we? So there. I was right."

"Good luck, Rose. Seriously."


As she left the control room, Rose thought about the warning. Who was the Savior? The use of the female pronoun confused her. She obviously wasn't the one they were talking about, since they warned her. As for her saving the Savior, Rose wasn't any clearer. She'd saved a lot of women over the years; mostly with the Doctor, but quite a few on her own.

Her first thought was that the Doctor was the Savior, but he was obviously male. She sighed. Maybe he would be able to add something to this mystery. Walking past Pete's door showed that he and the Doctor were still meeting, so she just headed to her office. Sitting behind her desk, she tried to turn her mind away from the Traskitalians.

The Doctor's nightmare came back to her, so she typed Martians into her computer. The database was patchy, considering most of the information came from either her or the Doctor, and he hadn't had much time to devote to the programs. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, so she put in a request to have her contacted the minute any activity was logged.

Her door opened and the Doctor walked in. He looked even more tired than he had that morning, but when he saw her a grin lit up his face. "I'd forgotten that you were coming in," he said. Walking around and leaning against her desk, he leaned forward. "Let's go get some chips. My treat."

"Oh, really?" Rose asked with a grin of her own. "And when's the last time that you actually did treat?"

"Well, there was that time in Australia, oh, no, wait. You did pay for those. What about the time in Seattle? I paid for those!"

"With money you found on the street." Rose pulled him down to her and kissed him. "The answer is yes, by the way. I'm starved."

"Are you done here?" he asked belatedly.

"All done. I'm yours for the rest of the day," she said brightly.

He grinned, and she wondered if she'd imagined the exhaustion. She smiled as he stood and shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked up on the balls of his feet. While the wardrobe had changed somewhat, although his trademark trainers remained firmly in place, this Doctor seemed a lot more casual, forgoing the suit for jeans and tee shirts. Since he didn't have access to the long trench coat, he prowled through second hand stores until he found a long, black leather coat. She liked the change, which combined a bit of both of her Doctors.

His mannerisms hadn't changed, though, as she rounded the desk and took the hand that he offered her. Hand-holding was still the standard. Ignoring the looks that they still got every now and then, they left Torchwood behind and strolled down the street toward their favorite haunt.

"So, how long is Jackie going to make us stay this time?" he asked as he speared a chip with his fork.

"I don't know. We managed to run out on our first night, so she probably will insist on a week."

She hid a grin at his grimace. "I'm sure we can figure out something to do so we don't have to be with her all the time. Like taking Tony out for an afternoon."

"Why doesn't she have a nanny?"

"Despite being rich, she's done so much on her own for so long, I think she just likes to take care of things now." Rose laughed. "You should've seen some of the fights her and Pete would get into when we first got here."

"And here I thought that they'd have just gotten on perfectly," he said.

"Nope. Pete was used to posh Jackie, so when Mum got here and went around doing everything by hand, he had a horrible time trying to bring her out of the council estate. On the other hand, she was impossibly quick to remind him that his posh wife went and got herself killed and that if he wanted her, he'd take her any way he could get her."

"But he got her," the Doctor said.

"He sure did. They're actually talking about having another baby." Rose shook her head. "After all the times that Mum paraded men through that little flat with no babies and she gets with Pete and starts popping them out."

"She had to wait for the right man, even if it was the same man." The Doctor met Rose's eyes, and she pulled back a bit from the intensity of his gaze. "Have you ever thought about being a mother?"

"I…" She sat with her mouth open for a moment. "I suppose I have. When I was in school, I thought I wanted kids. After I met you, though, never really thought about it."

"Why not?"

She laughed self-consciously. "We were having too much fun. And beside, the TARDIS is not exactly the safest environment for a baby."

"Fair point."

"Besides," she said around a mouthful of food, "Wasn't entirely sure that we were compatible."

He choked at her words and changed the subject. "So, what do you think we need to do with the Traskitalians."

"Don't think we need to worry about them."

The Doctor stared at her suspiciously. "Rose?"

She looked up at him. "They're gone."

"Gone? Where? When?"

"Yes, to a ship that's already beyond our satellite range, and just before I went up to my office."

"Did they get anything from the tests they ran?" he asked.

Rose shook her head. "Just sit still. They weren't here as an invasion force."

"That's all well and good, but we still need to determine if they came through the Rift or not and what do you mean that they weren't here as an invasion force?"

"They told me."

His mouth fell open before he recovered. "No way!"

"Okay, the Donna-isms are still weird coming from your mouth," she said with a grin. "I can so hear her saying that."

"I don't care right now. You talked to them? Did that program work?"

"Nope. It was just me."

"You talked to them. Like when you were in the TARDIS?"

She sipped from her straw before shaking her head. "Not really. I didn't understand them to start with. And then I thought that they were figuring out how to speak English, not that I was speaking their language. But anyway, they said that they were just messengers. And once they gave me the message they were gone. Transmat, by the way. Anyway, when I watched the recording, I could understand stuff I couldn't the first time."

The Doctor stared at her. "Are you all right? Did they touch you or anything?"

"Nope. I swear, I just went down there to see what they knew about that name." She nicked the last chip from the basket before she went on. "I never did find out what they meant by that."

"So, they just gave you a message and then left?"


"What was the message?"

"Oh. They said that she is dying. The Savior is dying. Whoever that is." Rose shrugged. "I don't have a clue. I don't know any woman who could be referred to as savior."

The Doctor frowned. "I can think of a few," he said. "None of which I'm in a position to contact, except you."

"Now I do know it's not me. Bessimil said that I'd saved her at one point."

"You've saved her?"

"Yeah. So it makes it kind of unlikely that it's me." Rose shook her cup, settling the ice so she could get to the last bit of soda. "And saving people? I don't keep track, so no help there."

He sat there while she threw their rubbish away. "So, we really have nothing to do now?"

"Well, I did promise Mum that I'd be back this afternoon, but you don't have to come back."

"Nonsense. To Jackie's we go."

Rose bit back a giggle at his depressed attitude and offered her hand. "Maybe we can go shopping first." It was amusing how he quickly he accepted her offer, and she hailed a cab to take them downtown.