Mother Knows Best
One day, quite an ordinary one, given her current life, her mum asks her a rather innocuous question. Rose would've thought nothing of it except, Jackie Tyler is far from the first person to mention it.
"What's he callin' ya?"
"What?" Rose puts down the cup she's washing to look over shoulder. The Doctor is in the living room, touching and sniffing anything he can get his hands on.
Jackie follows her gaze, then shuffles forward and lowers her voice. "When he's talkin', what's he callin' ya?"
"My name, mum. Rose?" She looks at her mother as if she's lost her mind.
"I know that. But what's he saying after?"
Rose glances out the window and furrows her brow. "I don't know what you're talkin' bout mum. Just my name." She spins around suddenly and toys with the zipper on her jacket. "Why, what do you hear?"
Jackie shrugs, not sure how to explain it. "Maybe it's an alien thing. Like a lisp?" Rose laughs, even snorts a little, at that. Realizing that Rose has no intention of offering any further explanation, the conversation turns to daytime soap operas.