When Rose opened her eyes, she didn't know where she was.
The last thing that she remembered was traveling with the Doctor-her Doctor- in their TARDIS. It was four months since Bad Wolf Bay. They'd just gotten back from…from…she couldn't pull up a memory. The past week was fuzzy. Rose looked around, trying to get a grip for where she was. The room was bland. Plain and white, but the area around her was golden, like it was shining with a glow. The room kept slipping in and out of focus, and her head was pounding.
There was a cell across the room, blocked off by walls. She couldn't tell who was in it- although she hoped that it was the Doctor- but it had a faint blue glow to it. She stood up, but she couldn't walk three feet before hitting a glass wall. She pounded, a weak attempt at breaking through, and then looked from side to side, gathering more information about her surroundings. The room wasn't as big as she originally thought that it was. It was probably ten feet by ten feet squared, and roughly seven feet high. She blinked as a gripping pain hit her between the eyes, and when she opened them, she saw two words written over and over on the wall, surrounded by tally marks each time:
Bad Wolf
She looked around, sure that those words weren't there before. She noticed footsteps in the dust all around. Nobody had been in here with her, at least not when she was awake. Then, she realized that unknowingly, her brain had been calculating every detail, showing her every single plan of attack that could happen. Another sharp pain behind the eyes, "Oi! Doctor? Somebody?" she pounded on the glass again. Footsteps creaked the floor behind her, slowly, she turned.
And a white alien with the face of a scream approached her, she screamed, "Doctor!"