An alarm sounded off on a side table next to a messed up, pink bed with a blonde teenager sleeping in it. The said girl slammed her hand onto the alarm, stopping the irritating and awful noise. She groaned and slowly sat up in her bed, trying to blink away the sleep in her eyes.

About fifteen minutes later would find the same girl all washed up, nice and proper. She wore nothing special, just a gray shirt and baggy pants with sneakers on both feet. She grabbed her small purse off the kitchen counter and speed-walked over to the couch, where her mother was sitting on it with a bowl of cereal in her hand, a spoon in the other, watching the morning programs.

"Bye!" the blonde kissed her mother on the cheek and walked over to the front door to go to her job at Henrick's Department Store.

"See you later!" her mother called after her without looking away from the TV, too interested in the latest news so she could gossip about it to Beth or something later.

The blonde took a bus to the center of London to get to Henrick's, getting off when she saw the giant banner with the store's name on it. She went inside and did what she did nearly everyday of the week: organizing clothes and chatting with some friends who worked in the store with her, some of them talking about the chief electrician, Wilson's, win in the lottery.

A little while later, around noon or 1 o'clock (or 13 o'clock, whichever is preferred), the blonde was allowed to leave, so she took that opportunity to have lunch with her boyfriend, Mickey Smith. He would sometimes try and kiss her cheek while she was munching on something, and she would always try to push his face away playfully with a laugh. Then he would take a bite and ask her how the shop was doing, then back to an attempted kiss.

At the end of the day, the blonde followed her co-workers to the door so that she could leave, a security guard standing by it, making sure that everyone was going home and not sticking around to steal some clothes. That was pointless, trying to steal Henrick's clothes. They're pretty standard and are only clothes you go to unless you have no other choice, so no one really knew how the shop was still standing.

The blonde was about to be set free when the security guard said, "Oi!" He shook a transparent, plastic bag in front of the blonde's face with a smug or victorious grin.

The blonde gave him a fake smile and took the bag, imagining clawing out Wilson's eyeballs. She turned on her heel and walked over to the elevators as the security guard left the shop, which was very unfair. Why did she have to get Wilson the money? Why couldn't it be the girl in front of her, or two girls in front of her? Oh well, she would make sure that Wilson never heard the end of it from her.

The elevator reached to the bottom floor with a ding, cutting off the blonde's promise to the chief electrician. She got off it and looked both ways out the corridor, the doors closing behind her.

"Wilson?" she called out, choosing to walk down the left side of the corridor; that was where Wilson's office was. "Wilson, I've got the lottery money. Wilson, are you there?"

She walked over to a door was a large sign that said danger of electric shock and a bigger sign that said it was Wilson's office. Henrick's had a lot of signs, didn't it? She stood off to the side, should Wilson himself open the door to take the money so she could go home.

"I can't hang about 'cos they're closing the shop," the blonde said loudly, hoping that Wilson could hear her. "Wilson! Oh, come on."

A clattering noise interrupted the blonde's next call to the man, which came from further down the corridor.

"Hello?" she turned her head swiftly toward the noise. "Hello, Wilson, it's Rose." She walked down the corridor slowly, cautious of there were going to be any intruders. "Wilson?"

She walked over to a nearby door where she thought could be a source to the cluttering noise she heard from a few seconds ago. She opened the door to reveal a large room, nearly as large as Wilson's house, that was filled with old shop window dummies that the owner of Henrick's had tossed in the trash. She turned on the lights to reveal the dummies were wearing clothes and some wigs, which quickly turned the atmosphere creepy, to her.

"Wilson?" she slowly walked more into the room, eyeing the dummies, as if one of them were going to come to life and eat her. "Wilson!"

She crouched down to check under a group of dummies, when she heard the door slam from behind her, no one else in the room that could possibly close it with that much force. She turned around and sprinted to the door, trying to open it, but it was no use. It was locked.

She was trapped.

"You're kidding me," she nearly scoffed as she gave the door a little kick. She suddenly stopped and turned around when she heard some more noises, mostly coming from the back of the room. "Is that someone mucking about? Who is it?" She walked to about the middle of the room when she sensed she was being followed. She turned around and saw that a male dummy had moved from its place and was walking awkwardly toward her, like a broken robot.

"Yeah, you got me," Rose laughed nervously and backed away from it. "Very funny." A second dummy moved behind her, as a third did, then a fourth... then a fifth... "Right, I've got the joke. Who's idea was this? Is it Derek's? Is it? Derek, is this you?"

The dummies managed to back Rose up against a wall, next to a pipe going from the ground to the wall. One dummy moved in front of a cowering Rose and raised its arm. She closed her eyes and prepared to chopped up to pieces...

When a warm hand touched her shaking one.

Rose opened her eyes and looked at the source of the hand, eyes locking with an older man's. He looked to be about forty, leather jacket and a jumper and that sorts.

"Run," was all he told her before he tugged her away from the dummy's trap. The dummy chopped up the pipe, allowing gas to escape from it.

The mystery man lead Rose over to the elevators and both of them clambered inside. The dummy that had been about to chop up the blonde caught up to them and stuck its arm between the doors before it could close.

The mystery man found the solution to the problem by taking hold of the dummy's arm and started to yank on it. Rose winced with every tug until the arm finally came off the dummy, and the doors closed. Finally.

The man smiled happily and held the arm with both hands, both arms dangling in front of him, like a proper gentleman would do. Rose eyed him oddly, a bit thankful for his coming, but also a bit scared of him.

"You pulled his arm off," was all she could say.

"Yep," the man nodded, as if talking about the weather or sports. "Plastic." He held up the arm before placing it back to its original spot.

"Very clever," Rose shook her head at him. "Nice trick! Who were they then, students? Is this a student thing or what?"

The man seemed curious about that. "Why would they be students?"

"I don't know," she shrugged.

"Well, you said it," the man also shrugged. "Why students?"

"'Cos to get that many people dressed up and being silly, they got to be students."

"That makes sense. Well done."

"Thanks."

"They're not students," the man said, eyes narrowing at that fact at the doors.

Rose sighed, not liking how the man was telling her these things and not explaining it to her. "Whoever they are, when Wilson finds them, he's going to call the police."

"Who's Wilson?"

"Chief electrician."

"Wilson's dead," the Doctor said unemotionally as the elevator doors opened, allowing them inside a floor that Rose had never been before. Well, it wasn't her fault, now was it? Her station was at the first floor, organizing clothes and chatting with her colleagues (she liked to think that chatting was part of the job). It wasn't her job to go exploring the entire building.

Rose narrowed her eyes and followed the man out. "That's just not funny. That's sick!"

"Are we done prancing around, Doctor?" Rose heard a feminine voice come out from behind her, so, on instinct, of course, she turned around and saw the source of the voice.

The woman looked about to be mid or late twenties, and was another blonde, but her hair was put into two braids that were dangling near her bum. Her shiny, blue eyes were ignoring Rose's and were focusing on the mystery man, her lips forming into a smirk. She had on an orangish, reddish tank top, light blue skinny jeans, black converse, a pearl bracelet on her right hand, and a straw hat with a lovely black ribbon around it with a bow on it.

"I thought so," the braided blonde nodded before the man could answer her. She turned to look at Rose, finally. "Who're you?"

"Hold on," the man, the 'Doctor,' warned over at the elevator controls, cutting off Rose's introduction to herself. "Mind the eyes."

"I've had enough of this now," Rose stomped her foot, as if doing that would get the two people attention to her.

To her dismay, both of them ignored her as the Doctor took out a sort of silver wand thing and flashed it within the wires, creating a soft buzzing sound. He kept at it for a few seconds until there was a spark, then he took the wand back out from it.

"Who are you two, then?" Rose demanded as the braided blonde gave the Doctor some sort of gadget. "Who's that lot down there? I said, who are they?"

The braided blonde groaned, which made Rose raise an eyebrow. "They're basically creatures from another world that are made of plastic, being controlled by a relay device in the roof."

"Which would be a great, big problem if we didn't have this," the Doctor held up the device to her. "So, I'm going to go up there and blow them up while she," he nodded to the braided blonde, "goes somewhere relatively safe. And I might die in the process, but don't worry about me. No, you go home. Go on. Go and have your lovely beans on toast. Don't tell anyone about this, because if you do, you'll get them all killed."

He walked Rose over to the stairs, then went into a room that lead up to the roof and shut the door.

Rose blinked and looked at the braided blonde, who just shrugged.

"After you," she gestured to the stairs with a blank expression, as if expecting Rose to listen to her.

Before she could reply, the door opened again and the Doctor looked a bit apologetic.

"I'm the Doctor and that's Virgo, by the way," he introduced. "What's your name?"

"Rose," she eyed him oddly while Virgo made a shooing motion toward him.

"Nice to meet you, Rose," the Doctor nodded before holding up the bomb. "Run for your life!"

Rose just stared at the door the Doctor left while Virgo gave a little chuckle and took the human's hand and lead her downstairs. They were outside soon enough, London being just as busy as it always has been. Cars going up and down the road, people going home from either work or late night shopping.

"Just act normal," Virgo whispered to her before she left Rose and started jogging toward the road, dodging all of the cars perfectly.

Rose just scoffed. Like hell she's going to let her get away from her, at least until she's explained everything to her. So, without thinking straight, she ran into the middle of the road and nearly got run over by a cab with no passengers inside.

"Watch it!" the cab driver shouted at her with the honk of his horn.

Rose just glared at him and made it to the other side of the road, searching for Virgo, but she was nowhere in sight. Just as she gave up, the roof of Henrick's exploded, chunks of the building flying everywhere. Nearby walkers shrieked and started to run away from the exploding building. Rose stared at Henrick's for a few moments before running back toward her home, the Powell Estate.

"I know," Rose's mother, Jackie Tyler, exasperated over the phone as she brought her daughter some tea. Rose was currently on the couch, watching the news about Henrick's while Jackie just had to gossip to her friends about it without a care for her own daughter. "It's on the telly. It's everywhere. She's lucky to be alive. Honestly, it's aged her. Skin like an old bible. Walking in now, you'd think I was her daughter."

That's when Rose's boyfriend, the guy who she had ate lunch with earlier in the day, Mickey, came running in, looking as if he had ran a mile just to get to her side.

"Oh, and here's himself," Jackie shrugged and nodded Mickey over to the couch, unsure if he could see Rose, as she was practically sinking into the cushions.

Mickey kneeled down beside Rose. "I've been phoning your mobile. You could've been dead! It's on the news and everything. I can't believe that your shop went up!"

"I'm all right, honestly, I'm fine!" Rose held up her hands with the roll of the eyes, already having gone through this with Jackie. "Don't make a fuss."

"Well, what happened?" Mickey asked eagerly.

"I don't know!" she sighed in frustration.

"What was it though? What caused it?"

"I wasn't in the shop. I was outside. I didn't see anything."

Jackie came walking back in the room, the phone resting on her shoulder so the person on the other end couldn't hear them. "It's Debbie on the end. She knows a man on the Mirror. 500 quid for an interview."

"Oh, that's brilliant!" Rose faked enthusiasm and held out her hand to her. "Give it here."

Jackie gave her the phone, in which Rose used to turn it off and slam it on the coffee table. Her mother huffed in annoyance.

"Well, you've got to find some way of making money," Jackie said. "Your job's kaput and I'm not bailing you out." The phone rang again and she jumped at the opportunity to answer it. "Bev! She's alive. I've told her, sue for compensation. She was within seconds of death..."

Rose chuckled at her mother before sipping on her tea.

"What're you drinking, tea?" Mickey grimaced and took the cup away from his girlfriend. "Nah, nah, that's no good, that's no good. You're in shock. You need something stronger."

"I'm all right," Rose whined, too lazy to reach for the tea, which was now on the coffee table, in the phone's place.

"Now, come on, you deserve a proper drink," Mickey stood up. "We're going down the pub, you and me. My treat." He held out his hand to her. "How about it?"

Rose eyed the hand suspiciously. "Is there a match on?"

"No, I'm just thinking about you, babe."

"There's a match on, ain't there." It wasn't a question.

Mickey sighed, "That's not the point... but we could catch the last five minutes."

"Go on, then," Rose laughed at him. "I'm fine, really. Go. Get rid of that." She pointed to the dummy arm that the Doctor has pulled off from a, well, dummy. She and Mickey shared a quick kiss on the lips then Mickey retrieved the hand.

"Bye, bye," he waved with the arm that was holding the dummy arm.

"Bye," Rose waved back at him.

Mickey took the arm to his neck and pretended to be strangled by it, which earned a laugh from Rose. He laughed as well then left the apartment. Rose shook her head in amusement and returned to the TV, which was now talking about how the fire spread and the fire crews.

The next morning, the alarm went off at 7:30, just like it did nearly every morning. An angry fist slammed on the off button, tired eyes blinking up at the ceiling.

"There's no point in getting up, sweetheart," Rose heard her mother's voice from the kitchen. "You've got no job to go to."

Rose sniffed as her tired mind processed Jackie's words before closing her eyes once more to sleep for another hour or two.

About an hour later, a refreshed Rose was sitting at the table, drinking her morning cup of tea while Jackie worked in the kitchen, finishing up with cleaning the dishes. The two were discussing on potential jobs that Rose could take on that were around the corner or a few blocks away.

"There's Finch's," Jackie suggested. "You could try them. They've always got jobs."

"Oh, great," Rose rolled her eyes sarcastically before taking another sip. "The butchers."

"Well, it might do you good," Jackie argued. "That shop was giving you airs and graces, and I'm not joking about compensation. You've had genuine shock and trauma. Arianna got 2,000 quid off the council just because the old man behind the desk said she looked Greek!" Rose eyed her mother oddly. "I know she is Greek, but that's not the point. It was a valid claim."

Rose scoffed at her mother's claim, but her eyes landed on the door when she heard something rattle from outside of it. She immediately got up and stormed to the door.

"Mum, you're such a liar," she yelled at Jackie as she went into her room to get ready for the day ahead of her. I told you to nail that cat flap down; we're going to get strays."

"I did it weeks back!" Jackie argued back, her voice slightly muffled from the walls.

"No, you thought about it!" Rose sighed as she kneeled down to the flap's height. She picked up two screws off the floor and saw that about five more in the area. She frowned at this, but jumped a little bit when the cat flap rattled once more. Rose slowly opened the flap and found Virgo's head, causing her to quickly stand up and open the door, revealing Virgo to now be standing, as well.

"You live here?" Virgo crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, what of it?" Rose eyed her closely, wondering how she found out where she lived in the first place. Mickey could have told her... She would have to talk to him later about that.

"So much for being a detective inspector," Virgo blew the air out of her mouth and put away a black, old wallet that Rose had just noticed she was holding in her back pocket. "I don't know, it lead me here." She held up what looked like a sleeker wand, compared to the Doctor's, and black. When she turned it on, it made a higher pitched wheeze and a dim, yellow light. "Must have followed something else, then. Well... I'll see you later, then!" She waved goodbye to her and turned on her heel, but before she could leave, Rose grabbed her arm and pulled her inside.

"You, inside," Rose said. "Right now."

"Who is it?" Jackie's voice called from her room, having heard someone talking to her daughter.

Virgo entered Jackie's room, the black wallet out once more. "Good morning, ma'am. Detective Inspector Vicky Ryans. I'm just here to talk with your daughter about the Henrick's incident. I hope ten minutes is fine with you...?"

"Oh," Jackie blinked when she read the the white space on the wallet. "Well, all right, then. But she deserves compensation!"

"No problem," Virgo nodded, choosing to ignore Jackie's request and put away the wallet back in her back pocket. She walked out of her room and into the living room, where Rose was staring at her with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"You can't be a detective inspector," she accused.

"Well, don't shout it out," Virgo shrugged, not at all surprised that she managed to catch on that wasn't what she told Jackie. She took out the black wallet again and flashed it at Rose. "Psychic paper. Shows whatever the owner wants it to say." Rose took it and read it. "Some people can't read it, however, and it's only because they're either geniuses or they're trained to read through it, which, to my knowledge, no one knows how to. What does it say?"

Rose shrugged. "It's blank."

Virgo laughed and took back the psychic paper. "Liar."

Rose just shook her head at her in amusement. "Don't mind the mess. Do you want a coffee?"

"Suppose so, thank you," Virgo smiled. "Milk, one sugar."

Rose nodded and turned to go to the kitchen when she realized something. "Hey, where's the other one? The, er... what was his name?"

"The Doctor?" Virgo said. "He's just going on a little stroll, following his own trail. I may or may not have sent him on a little goosechase."

Rose laughed and went into the kitchen. She was starting to like this girl. She seemed pretty rude when they first met, but now actually talking to her... Virgo sounded like a good hangout buddy.

"We should go to the police," Rose suggested as she started to make the coffee for not just Virgo, but for herself as well. "Seriously. The both of us."

Virgo took no notice in what Rose was saying as she had a quick look around the living room, the largest room in the apartment. The coffee table was sitting in front of the TV, which was currently turned off and sat peacefully on the ground. The couch looked quite messy with all the pillows in the wrong places, some were even on the floor. Rose did imply that it was a messy room. The table held some food trash and two chairs tucked closely in to each other, trying to create more space or just to be polite and push the chairs in.

"I'm not blaming you, even if it was just some sort of joke that went wrong."

Virgo picked up a small chapter book and flipped through the pages to see how many there were (about 100 to 200 pages), then read the back. It was apparently about a boy saying goodbye to his father after realizing that the father had cancer. After she read that, she immediately put it back on the table and placed some magazines on top of it. She didn't do sad endings. If something was going to be sad, she would never go near it, hoping that the temptation would eventually go away.

"They said on the news they found a body."

She then remembered that she was curious about the girl's last name, so she picked up the paperback again and opened up the cover (assuming that Rose or Jackie would write their name there). Rose Tyler seemed to be her name. A last name that could be used as a first name. She always found those pretty cool and interesting.

She put the book back down (covering it again) and stood up to find a mirror on the wall right next to her. She walked closer to it, enough where she could see her reflection from the top of her head down to her stomach, and frowned. She quickly fixed up her tank top at the bottom, as she was seeing she was getting a bit chubby.

"All the same, he was nice... Nice bloke."

Virgo picked up a pack of playing cards, the box showing its age from the rips on the edges. She pondered if she should get the cards out for a moment, then shook her head. This body wasn't going to be a gambler, which was actually a nice thought, thinking about it.

"Anyway, if we are going to go to the police, I want to know what I'm saying. I want you to explain everything."

Virgo put the pack of cards down, just when something rattled at the cat flap once again. She turned to the door and frowned, knowing that she wasn't the cause of it rattling anymore.

"Do you have a cat, Rose?" she asked her, cutting off her rambles about Wilson or the police or whatever she was talking about.

"No," Rose shook her head distractedly, her focus entirely on the coffee, so she had no idea that Virgo had ignored her for probably a solid two minutes.

Virgo nodded to herself and went over to the cat flap and opened it. She was lying if she said that she wasn't surprised to find the dummy arm that Mickey had thrown out lying on the ground. The arm suddenly came to life and grabbed Virgo's throat.

She coughed and stood up instantly, unintentionally making her way to the living room, as she was trying to yank off the arm, causing her legs to move around.

"We did have, but now they're just strays. They come in off the estate."

Virgo landed on a chair, her eyes pleading to Rose's when the said person came out of the kitchen, carrying two coffees. Rose simply raised an eyebrow, remembering that Mickey had pretended to strangle himself with the same arm. It was cute on him, but this was Virgo, so it wasn't as funny. In fact, it was just annoying.

"I told Mickey to chuck that out," she sighed, not noticing that it wasn't a prank. "You're all the same. Give someone a plastic hand. Anyway, I don't even know the other one's name. Doctor, what was it?"

Virgo finally managed to get enough strength and got the arm off, breathing heavily from the lack of oxygen. The arm flew up into the air, stopped in midair (defying gravity), and grabbed Rose's face. Virgo got to work to get it off of Rose as she got out her black and pointed it at the arm. Rose wouldn't stay still, as she was panicking, and eventually fell onto the chair across from Virgo's. She continued to aim the wand at the arm, and it eventually fell limp, making Rose to throw it across the room.

"There, you see?" Virgo chuckled as she picked up the arm with an amused grin, not noticing that Rose was the exact opposite of amused. "Arm-less."

"Do you think?" Rose glared at her and took the arm and whacked her.

Virgo just laughed as she took back the arm and walked to the door, Rose following close behind her.