Rose and the Doctor were in the console room on the TARDIS. The Doctor was tinkering again whilst Rose laughed as she teased him about his obsession with taking things apart.
"You're like a little boy who takes every toy he owns apart and then can never put them back together!" She said giving him a coy smile.
"I am not!" exclaimed the Doctor, "and don't call the TARDIS a toy she doesn't like it". Suddenly, almost as if she had been waiting for that exact moment the TARDIS shook violently throwing Rose out of the pilot's chair where she was sat and onto the floor next to the Doctor who immediately moved to try and shield her. The rapid shaking continued throwing various discarded items around the console room. Rose cried out in shock as a tea cup narrowly missed hitting her square in the face.
"Doctor, WHAT is going on?!" she moaned through gritted teeth, trying to remain upright as the TARDIS did its best impression of a rodeo ride at a fair.
"I don't know"admitted the Doctor worriedly, "I can't tell anything from these readings." The console room span with increasing ferocity, neither the Doctor nor Rose could keep their footing for more than a few seconds, Rose clung for dear life to one of the cold metal railings that surrounded the main console watching whilst the Doctor was thrown from side to side as he tried to calm his ship down.
Suddenly, as rapidly as it had began the TARDIS ceased shaking.
"Thank god for that." Rose sighed in relief.
"Are you okay?" asked the Doctor worriedly as he stared into her hazel eyes from the floor of the console room where they'd both been thrown.
"Never been better ta!" Muttered Rose in a tone of voice that suggested that she was anything but better.
"Oi! It wasn't my fault the TARDIS decided to throw a strop, anyway it's over now, everything is fine, no damage done" moaned the Doctor at the exact same moment as the console room filled with a bright, blinding golden light.
Rose shielded her eyes, that light, it was so painful and yet so brilliant, she dimly recalled having seen it somewhere, she was distracted from this thought as the Doctor came to stand protectively beside her his arms encircling her waist, his sonic screwdriver at the ready and his brown eyes flashing in anger.
The golden light began to dim as if plug had been pulled, Rose could see a frail looking figure in the middle of the light source, as the last of the light faded away this figure crumpled to the ground in a small heap.
"WHAT?!" exclaimed the Doctor, running over to the collapsed figure, "WHAT?!"