"How many times have I told you not to wander off?"
John laughs wordlessly in response and reaches out to grab her outstretched hand as he dashes by. Rose can't see whatever trouble her companion has stirred up this time, but his behavior is unmistakable; doubtless they'll be on their way shortly. She flexes her hand around John's and begins running with him, her two hearts allowing her enough stamina to easily match his cross country training.
John looks over his shoulder, hair flopping wildly with each stride he takes. "Did you know it's actually considered an insult on this planet to scratch your nose?"
In fact she had – and had warned John to resist any scratching or picking of his nasal cavity for the duration of the trip. Next time, she should just put socks on his hands. Smiling at the thought, Rose steers their headlong sprint in a wide arc towards the TARDIS, ignoring her coat flapping into her legs as she turns into the breeze.
Once again John glances behind them – and this time lets out a wild whoop as his pursuers tumble around the curve in the path and into sight. They'll be no coming back here for at least a year.