The clouds lay like dark shadows in the sky over London, luminous and frightening. The pounding rain soaked everything in its path, rustled the leaves, blew umbrellas inside outside and banged windows and doors in its attempt to break in.

A middle aged woman with blonde hair sat with her head in her hands admiring the rain going like beads down the window.

"She should be home soon. I wouldn't bother ringing her mobile, she never answers it anyway," she sighed pulling herself of the kitchen bench and grabbing the kettle, "fancy a cup 'o tea, Pete?"

A man emerged from a door with a bored expression, "nah I'm right thanks love."

There was a banging from down the hallway.

"Oh, there she is, see, Mothers instinct." She called out to him.

Pete went briskly and pulled the door open to a drenched, tired Rose.

"Hey Dad," she said and gave him a pat on the shoulder as she walked past.

"Hey sweetie, how was work on the special project?"

"Didn't get to 'cause there was a disturbance, nothing major, couple of lost aliens that decided to claim someone's house as their own. They went a bit crazy but I got them to leave."

"You get help?" he asked, following her into the lounge room.

"Didn't need it," she said with apathy.

"Or don't want it."

Her Mother walked back in, "hi Rose, good day?"

"Okay, you?"

"Dull. You better get changed now, you're soaked."

"I was just 'bout to," she glared at Pete and left.

They settled down on the couch and turned on the television with their arms around each other.

Meanwhile Rose was upstairs in the bathroom peering at a massive bruise appearing on her left shoulder and another on her right leg. They both were a sickly green colour with purple blotches and an occasional blue spot.

"I was right about it bruising then, God, I'll have to hide it or Mum'll freak."

She pulled on clean clothes, making sure they covered them and started to brush through her tangled hair and brush her teeth. After she was done she headed downstairs and said goodnight to them.

"Goodnight Mum and Dad,"

Her Mum sighed, "there should be someone else in that room with you, keep you company."

"Mum, I'm not a little kid like Tony, I don't need looking after!" she said starting to head back up the stairs.

"You know what I mean Rose! I just think it is time to mo-"

There was slamming door and she snuggled up to Pete sadly, "she's never gonna move on is she?"

"Give it time, "he murmured and stroked her hair.