Any unrecognisable names are previous companions from the Classic Who, or are connected to Torchwood. Feel free to do your research at the TARDIS Data Core.
Rassilon is the creator of the Time Lords (and the Doctor in Classic Who would remark with Rassilon instead of God)
In the first episode 'Rose', Rose mentions Jimmy Stone, whom she quit school for and was the reason she never took her A-levels.
Lunacy at its Finest
Chapter One
He doesn't quite know what to think. The lines of sanity and madness have coalesced and have just as easily broken apart, teetering and taunting him with blurred lines of ingenuity and color. He finds himself a bit exasperated, but it's just as pleasant, because he is watching a group of protesters rioting over taxes or socks or something equally as important, and his mind has muddled his memories and he is watching the blonde woman laugh gaily about a fountain, feet splashing diamonds into the air and voice loud and thundering.
He wants to approach her, he does, but he worries the image will slip and erode, and he is content watching her hair ride against the breeze and her cheeks redden under her profound yells.
He wonders what sort of enemy he's fallen into the hands of now, or at what point did he trip into this madness (it's about time anyway), but he's enjoying himself too much, and it's been very long since he's seen that face.
It's been a long time since he's seen Rose Tyler.
He wonders, perhaps, if Susan or Ace will pop out of the cracks of the ground as well and join the activists in their rally, or if maybe Donna will grow out of the water and roar about shoes. He wonders where Amy and Rory are, but then decides that in this dream state, it doesn't even matter (they aren't real, of course.)
That is until the ginger is in his face and screaming, yelling at him to get up or do something and wipe that stupid grin off his face (what stupid grin? Rose Tyler is dancing barefoot in the fountain).
And then Amy punches him and it hurts and he wonders whether pain can be as real as the sting on his chest. Does madness dilute pain? Obviously, no, but ache within the dream was as real as when living in it. (The TARDIS beckons under the vestiges of the burned out stars)
Rory, at this point, has joined in and is yelling and frantic. There is some alien or he is the alien and something is wrong. The Doctor seeks Rose out amongst the protestors, catching her eyes and giving her a smile. She pauses, her eyes lapping him the way the water turrets on her calves, and he is waving her over. Come here, Rose Tyler! I've got Ponds with me! My, I haven't seen you since that beach! Have you seen the chip stand? The seat next to me is empty.
The Ponds are still deftly trying to stir a reaction from him, and he gently tells them to sod off from his dream (reality? Even if it were mad?).
"Dream?" Amy echoes, her eyes blazing. "You better get up, you bowtie-wearing clown! Why on earth would you think this is a dream?!"
How stupid of her to ask. He gives her a pointed look. "Because Rose Tyler is dancing in the fountain."
They follow his gaze and peer at him curiously.
"Who?"
Rose Tyler is not dancing in the fountain.
The place she had just been seems just a little greyer, and the Doctor feels so much older. He wonders if he'll start seeing his other companions as well. He hopes Peri will spare him the teasing, or Martha will hide her gun, or that Rose will return wearing her Union Jack. He doesn't think he'll be able to hold himself.
He is three minutes from executing his brilliant plan and saving Southern Asia (and a bit of Sweden) from a neutralizing particle disabler stuck on an active mode of deatomizing when everything is set into place, and the alarms stop blaring, and the troops are singing. He regards absently that he hasn't struck the button as Amy and Rory envelop him in praise and gratitude. Already (and without his meddling), the circuits had been set up on a secondary fuse out of aluminium, seventeen paperclips, and the carbon-silicon casing within backup generators (genius), and he is silent, his mind rushing with questions and furious with answers that made no sense.
And then blonde catches his eye, and he whips his head around so fast that Amy is startled, stumbling back onto Rory.
"Doctor?"
He is not listening, entranced by the apologetic smile thrown at him before she disappears, vacuuming the room with her and leaving him numb with disbelief. He idly wonders if it's about time he regenerated once more. This body is too quick to discard its desires and not quick enough to contain his fury. He searches the entire building and barrack field twice, any sign of waving hands and cheeky smiles and feet in the fountain—nothing, he's given, and the TARDIS is silent to his callings.
Out of frustration, he finds himself eating through seven packs of Jammy Dodgers before Amy has the sense to lock him in the freezer.