Rose Tyler was ordinary. She was stuck in her shitty life, working her dead-end job to earn enough for her no hope future, in the council flatthat she would never leave.

Rose Tyler was painfully ordinary.

And then one day she wasn't.

"I fuckin' hate this." Rose repeated for the third time that Monday. She lent forward smacking her forehead against her folded arms as she sat behind the till. The shop girl standing next to her smirked but didn't bother replying to Rose's favourite phrase.

It hadn't even been a quiet day, nor a busy day. Just the same as yesterday and the day before. Rose wondered if she had been living that film Groundhog Day. How depressing if she hadn't even noticed.

The shop's overhead lighting continued to be the brightest part of her day, even after she met her boyfriend, Mickey, for her lunch break. Chips made the day a bit better, but chips made any type of day better and she couldn't help but wish that today
had been a brilliant one rather than mind numbing.

Mickey was great, Mickey was probably it for her, she couldn't quite accept that yet, but the fear of its inevitability still lurked in the back of her head.

Her mind buzzed lazily with these thoughts as she watched the minutes tick by until the end of her shift. Her shift ended and she barely dragged up enough energy to care. She ached for a cigarette as she waited across the street for her bus, but she was
quitting for the New Year and this time it was going to last. That little nagging voice reminded her that it was pointless, nothing was going to change, cigarette or not.

So she headed to the local newsagents, angry at herself for breaking her New Year's resolution before the end of January. She spared a glance to the heavens when the halo of the lamppost ahead flickered then died abruptly. Rose smiled softly at the reminder
of the jet black night sky. She used to believe in stars, her mum always said that her dreaming was what got her kicked out of school so young. Rose thought that smoking weed behind the gym building was a bit more likely, but the reputation as the
Dreamer Girl had always persisted. Guess she just liked fairy tales, not now though, now she liked beer at the pub with Mickey, dramatic TV soap operas and going to Shareen's on Friday nights for pizza and cheap booze. She had no more time for Beauty
and the Beast or Little Red and the Bad Wolf.

There was a Roman in the newsagents. Rose blinked and then blinked again, there was a Roman soldier standing by the chewing gumstand at the counter. He'd clearly been staring at the door and now that she'd walked in his eyes snapped up to hers.

"You must be Rose Tyler." The Roman said awkwardly, standing more upright.

"Who the fuck's asking?"

There was a lengthy pause while the awkward Roman glanced desperately around the shop clearly unsure what to say.

Then a man with a fez appeared and Rose screamed.