-R-

Rose awoke in her bed, startled awake by the nightmare. Or was it a dream? She couldn't tell. All she knew, was that she felt totally and absolutely heartbroken…and happy, all at the same time.

"Get up you lazy bum, or you'll be late for work!" her mother yelled through the door.

"Yeah, yeah" Rose threw off her covers. She could tell it was going to be a bad day.

-D-

The Doctor threw the levers up and down, taking off from a visit to the Ponds.

"Well, River, it's goodbye." He holds up her hand to kiss it.

"Not for forever." She winks, and leaves the Tardis to her Storm Cage prison cell. Unfortunately, for the Doctor, it was forever. He knew that their picnic on Hawaii with the Ponds was their last diary entry together. He had visited her every time during her time stream. It was still very early for her, but the last for him.

"Well then old girl," he stroked the console, "It's just you and me now. Off to another adventure, eh?" He needed something to cheer him up. The last time he had lost someone he loved was…No, he wasn't going to say her name. Last time he did, he was ready to die. But he didn't die, and he never will again.

With a vworp and a fwoom, the Tardis landed in central London. Across the street from where he parked it, stood the building where he first met Rose. It was quite possibly the best day of his 1,100-year life.

He stopped himself from going inside. He knew that it would just create bad memories. Last time he entered that building was two regenerations ago, last time he saw Rose was his last regeneration. And that was on a Beach in a parallel universe, where she was left with his human clone, to forever live in love together.

"Lucky bastard" the Doctor muttered under his breath. He walked off toward the Thames, to start a whole new adventure.

-R-

Rose stepped outside of the department store, where she worked. It was lunchtime, and she had nobody to eat with. Looking around, she saw a blue police box, from about 1965. "Weird" she thought, did a double take, then walked off to a café for some chips.

All through lunch, she couldn't stop thinking about that blue box. "I know I've seen it before, but where?" She thought to herself. She pushed the thought away, and read the paper. April the 12th, 2009. She'd been working in that stupid store for the last four years. She's manager, at least. Big promotion. But not enough pay to get her to move out of her mum's flat.

Suddenly, she heard an explosion come from a few blocks away, near the Thames River. She ran outside the café, only to see ten emergency vehicles speeding in the direction of the Thames River. Rose suddenly found herself running in that direction, the opposite direction of everyone else.

She passed the department store, and that strange blue box. One of her many dreams came back to her–she, and a handsome man, traveling through time and space, in that blue box.

Rose stopped running. She glided over to the box, touched it's doors, and pulled. No such luck. She pushed. "Hmm, must be locked." She thought to herself. Of course it would be locked, they decommissioned those old boxes decades ago. But Rose couldn't help but wonder why it was there, and so new. There's never been one on that corner before.

Another explosion ripped Rose away from her thoughts. She shook her head, and ran towards the explosion site.

A grim scene lay before her. Firefighters doused the flames as best as they could. It was a house, a very old house, or at least, what was left of the very old house. Nothing but the stone foundation was left. Away from the firefighters, Rose saw a figure, leaving the scene, coughing into some sort of jacket. It looked like tweed.

"You have to stay back, ma'm." Rose hadn't noticed the very fat policeman shooing her away.

"But I–"

"Its for your own safety, ma'm. Please stay at least one block away from here." The policeman shooed her away. She obliged, but something was very strange about the man leaving the scene, wearing tweed.

"Sorry sir." She muttered, then ran around some buildings, and came back, closer to the scene, and followed in the direction of the man in tweed.

-D-

"Blimey" the Doctor muttered, brushing the soot off his tweed jacket. He'd only just entered the building with the strange blue light, when a mini-bomb went off. He'd raced upstairs to see if there was anyone hurt, only to see a Slavine, whom he thought he'd kil–ehrm, removed, rather–from planet Earth with…Rose. It was still hard of think of her. He may be a changed man, but he still loves her. When he saw the Slavine, he had to save his own life by setting off the second mini-bomb with his sonic screwdriver.

Pretty soon, the Doctor heard the sound of clicking heels on pavement. "Oh, no. Someone's following me" he thought erratically, and raced around the corner, and hid behind a trash bin. The clicking of heels stopped. He poked his head far enough out to see the shadow of a woman. Skinny, so not a Slavine in disguise. The shadow of the woman turned around, looking for him. She turned onto the street he had just turned onto. The Doctor's heartbeats sped up. The first 10 minutes he's been in London, and he's already in danger? Maybe he should just stay in the Tardis in the middle of deep space for the rest of his life, then.

"Hello? I saw you running from the fire, are you hurt?" the voice called out to the street. He thought, "I recognize that voice…"

-R-

She saw him. She knew that the man in tweed had turned on this street. But she couldn't see any sign of him.

"Hello? I saw you running from the fire, are you hurt?" She called out to nobody. Movement came from a group of trash bins. She strode over. "Hello? If you're hurt, I can help you…"

A soon as she spoke, an orange tabby cat raced from the trash bins and down the street.

"I know you're not a cat, so I'm not mad. Please, I'm not a cop, so you're not gonna get in trouble for burning down that building. I just wanna know who you are." Rose peeped around the bins. Nobody. She crossed the street, going to look at the other bins.

-D-

The Doctor was frantic. "How is this even possible? Am I in the other dimension? No, the Tardis can't travel across dimensions anymore. But then how is she here? The Battle of Canary Wolf was three years ago, from this date. And the Dalek invasion technically never happened because of the cracks in time, and…"

"You over here?" The Doctor ducked his head before she saw his face. "There you are! I don't mean to startle you. There's no reason to hide from me, I just wanna know if you're hurt." She pulled him up. He did his best to hide his face, but knowing Rose's personality, she would be persistent. And she was; she grabbed his big chin and pulled it up to see his face. "You're wearing quite a funny outfit for someone who ignites bombs…"

The Doctor and Rose looked each other in the eyes. She couldn't recognize him, she's never seen this form of him before. But he recognized her. The same old face, same haircut, same old style of makeup.

"Whats your name?" She asked.

"John Smith." He lied.

"Nice to meet ya, John. I think an old friend of mine used to call himself that." Then she shook her head, "No, sorry. That was only a dream"

"What about your dream?" He asked. He didn't know how she could even be in this universe, or even look him in the eye and not remember. And she called him a dream? Why a dream? It happened, he could remember it!

"Just a silly old dream. I have tem every night. Always me and him, off on some new adventure. Oh, wheres my manners. Sorry, my name's Rose Tyler." She stuck out her hand for him to shake. But he needed a reason to keep her around him. He pretended that his arm was hurt.

"Ouch! Blimey, I must have hurt it some how."

"Oh, why don't you come back to my flat, fix that right up? Is it broken?"

"Nah, I think my shoulder's dislocated. I'm all bruised over."

"Well, you don't seem like the type to be setting off explosions. You're more like…a kind old friend." She offered to help him walk to where she had parked her car, about 10 blocks down the road. The Doctor felt good to be in her arms again. It had been way too long.

-R-

She couldn't believe she was letting a criminal into her mother's home. But he didn't seem like a criminal.

Rose was so glad her mum was out with her girl friends that day, which gave her time to interrogate John. But something about his name was made up. Nobody is called John Smith, at least, not anymore.

He looked pretty handsome, too. Dark brown, fluffy hair; structured jaw; unfortunately, his eyebrows were almost nonexistent. That made her laugh a bit on the inside, though. His eyes, however, were so familiar; pale blue-green, a hint of brown. She'd seen them before; but it couldn't be the man from her dreams. He was too different.

She made him a cup of tea, and she tried to take a look at his shoulder. "Come on, I won't bite."

"It's feeling quite better, actually, I don't think you really need to." John insisted.

"At least let me check for any internal bleeding. One of my best friends is a doctor." She thought about that for a moment. "No, no he's not. I don't know why I said that. But anyways, let me make sure you're okay, okay?" She pulled out a stethoscope she "borrowed" from her neighbor a few years back.

"Do you know what you're doing?" John asked, timid.

"I told you, I have an imaginary friend who's a doctor." She smiled.