A short drabble for a fic challenge. WARNING: Takes places after Journey's End. Turn back now if you don't want to be spoiled!
The Visitor
Rose smiled as he burst into the office. "John! There you are! Trying to make sense of these dimensional probe readings is giving me a headache." She gave him a saucy wink. "Want to help fix that?" He didn't respond before a small hurricane burst into the room.
"Dad, I'm building an anarosetor, come see!" The small boy tugged on his hand.
"No more 'This Island Earth' for you, Peter Smith." Rose noticed the look on his face. "John? What's the matter?"
He bolted from the room.
Seconds later, John walked in. "Rose, love, did we get anything from the probe yet?"
Peter frowned. "Dad, why'd you change clothes?"
Rose stared at her husband. "It was him!"