Down a quiet alleyway in the back streets of London, reality warped.
It convulsed, rippled and twisted, then finally gave up and did as it was damn well told as the TARDIS materialised. The Doctor and Rose stepped out, still in the middle of a bickering session that had started three hundred years ago. Relatively speaking.
"Look, all I'm saying is…"
"Yeah, I know what you're saying – you've only been saying it for the last five minutes…"
"Because I'm right! And don't look at me like that!"
"Like what? My facial expressions aren't human, remember?"
"You've got a human face!"
"Oh, well, if you're gonna insult me…"
Rose fought back a snigger. Damn him! Here we were having a proper fight about his bloody alien morality and he has to go and make me laugh. Git. "Oh, what's the point? I can't stay mad with you, can I? Especially not after the whole 'saving me from the slavering alien thing' bit. I just wish you'd show a bit more feeling for those you didn't save, that's all…"
He turned to look at her, and she mentally slapped herself for not keeping her big mouth shut as she saw the look of pain in his eyes. "Sorry."
"I know. I just… I can't show it, y'know? If I did…"
"You couldn't do what you do."
He grinned -she understood him so well. He knew there was a reason he'd asked her along. "C'mon. Let's go save the world... again."
"Fantastic!"