'Don't you think you should get up Rose?' Jackie drawled, her southern accent coating each word as she pulled Rose's curtains across to wake her.

'Muuum,' she whined, dragging her sheets up around her head to escape the light that meant she would have to leave her bed.

'Don't you 'muuum' me missy. You can't sleep forever,' Jackie retorted and strode across the room, ripping the covers away from Rose. Rose squirmed and made a grab for them, but they were too far out of reach. She moaned in indignation, and opened her eyes. The familiar shapes of her room appeared, along with her mother's face, staring down at her.

'Come on lazy bones, the day isn't just gonna pause itself for you, ya know,' Jackie said as she walked back out of Rose's room.

'Breakfast is ready for ya too.' Rose sat up and rubbed the grit from her eyes. She had been dreaming again, of a tall, dark man. Each time it's different, sometimes he is cold towards her, others he is warm and loving. He's the recurring factor from each, and she didn't even know him. Sighing, she dragged herself out of the bed, and opened her cupboard. Looking through it briefly, she picked a shirt with the Union Jack on it and a simple pair of jeans. Tugging them on, she walked out her door to find her breakfast. As she entered the kitchen, the scent of bacon and eggs wafted around her head, making her realise how hungry she actually was.

'It smells great mum, thanks,' she said to Jackie and sat down, picking up the tongs to transfer the food to the plate set out in front of her. Her mum continued busying around the kitchen, cleaning up the little mess that was there from the cooking. Rose observed her as she ate, then started pushing a piece of bacon around her plate. 'I had a dream about the man again last night, mum.' Jackie stopped suddenly and turned around.

'Again...? What does that make it... The fifth this week?'

'Actually, sixth,' Rose murmured, and tore off a piece of bacon with her fork.

'Oh, dear, you do know these are just dreams, right?' Jackie sighed and moved over to Rose, putting a hand on her shoulder. Rose glanced up, then dropped her eyes back to her plate.

'I guess... Yeah... It just feels so real... He looks.. So... Like I've seen him somewhere-'

'Well, if ya do, then stay away from him. You know how your dreams end, and I don't want that happening to you,' Jackie cut in, placing a kiss on Rose's forehead. 'Now, stop moping about, ya got things to do.' Rose smiled back at her, and finished off her breakfast. Putting her plate in the sink, she grabbed her coat and purse, and strode out the door, yelling to her mum she would be back later. Entering the street, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket, and dug it out, glancing at the sender before looking at the message.

Mickey- 9:27 Hey, I'm running a little late. I know I said I would see you at the café, but I've run into trouble and I'll have to see you there a little later. If you don't mind the wait, I'll be there at 11:20. Be safe babe.

Rose smirked at the phone before re-placing it back in her pocket and continuing down the street. Mickey always seemed to be late, scampering around while people forgot he was even there. Rose just put it down to his slightly unassuming demeanour. She laughed a little when she remembered all the times he shied away from the fight, preferring to take refuge behind her, even though he wouldn't admit it. Turning the corner, she started on the way to the supermarket.

'Where is that list of groceries mum gave me,' she muttered under her breath, digging through her purse to have it ready. Not looking where she was going, she knocked into a stranger, and slowed to say sorry. As she turned and looked up, a hand grabbed her upper arm and directed her back the way she was coming, confusing her.

'Don't talk, don't scream, just act natural,' the stranger said. 'Nothing will happen if you don't do anything.' Rose slowly nodded, trying to think through what was happening, and glanced up at the person guiding her through the busy street. Reaching his face, she started as she realised who it was.

'Y- you- it's you-' she stammered as he looked at her. Sighing, the man guided her to the side of the pathway, over to a black car running idly on the side of the street. As they neared, he pulled out a small cloth and held it over her mouth. Rose, in shock, inhaled sharply, her vision blurring. The car door opened, and she entered, the door slamming after her. As everything faded to black, all she remembered was the man's face. It was the man from her dream.