Rozamonddetempsjardinelungbarrow, or Roz to her friends walked across the street ignoring the luminous yellow tape put up by the police. She generally stayed away from scenes like this preferring the quiet life but something had made her go out tonight. An odd feeling like someone had walked over her grave. Roz generally went for a stroll when she couldn't sleep. She always felt like an outside seeing the world in ways her friends and colleagues couldn't even comprehend. She hadn't even tried to explain it to anyone. She had lived in many places but Earth seemed to her to be the most invaded place in the universe. You couldn't go by one week without some alien threatening the place. It baffled her how the humans that inhabited the planet didn't notice what was going on. It was like someone wiped their memories and all was well again. She tried to fit in but always felt like the outsider a bemused observer of human behaviour.
Roz saw her. Saw the blond child evanescence into nothing and understood. She leant against a nearby wall and closed her eyes listening carefully. All her senses tingled. The sound and even smell of time travel gave her goosebumps. She pulled her cardigan closer as she shivered again. The rain began to fall soaking her skin. Roz moved from her position strolling through the city and its streets. Brushing a stray strand of her black hair from her frowning face she looked up into the night's sky to catch a brief glimpse of a small blue box hurtling through the air.
"Running away again," Roz commented to herself with a sigh. "You can't be still for one moment because if you did you'd have to face reality."
She was all grown up now and much more aware of how to interpret the disturbances in space and time. When she was a child it had frightened her. It had been more of a curse than a gift. All she had wanted to do was be normal like her piers. Instead she suffered a constant dread, scared of what might be. This had made her withdraw into her own world. Roz had been appalled at the violence inherent in her father's life and confused by her mother's indifference to the people around her. Now she understood both their paths but had tried to find the middle road between interference and apathy for herself. Most of the time she just watched, observed the world around her but occasionally she would get involved. When the Master had his reign of terror she had managed to hide and help the resistance. Yes, she remembered, although time had been rewound she still retained the echoes of that timeline in her mind. The universe had not been quite as thorough as it should have been when it reset time.
Roz wandered back towards the hospital she had spotted that night's events from; having the perfect view from the seventh floor. The blue beans lighting up the sky as the little adipose were scooped up by the mothership. A strangely beautiful sight. She was the only one who knew the real significance of what was unfolding all the others that were on that floor were either asleep or sedated. It always amused her how humans made assumptions so quickly. Most at the hospital thought she was a member of staff the rest a patient, although what she was ill with no one could fathom and no one was bold enough to ask her outright. Roz didn't mind. It meant she had a place to stay as long as she could keep them fooled. She could always find somewhere to sleep a spare bed, a closed ward or even in the basement. She had tried to get a job. But it seems she didn't suit anything on earth. Tomorrow was another day and she would once again be the only one who knew what had changed, what could have been and what would be. Well…except him, the man in the blue box. They would meet again in the future, but which future depended on the Time Lord.