A/N: Just a quick couple of things. Major props to my co-writer and consultant Greg. Half the credit for this story belongs to him. Also, if anyone can think of a better title, please let me know, or leave it in the feedback. (Constructive criticism welcomed.). Lastly, enjoy!

Traveling in the TARDIS, Rose had long since discovered, involved a surprising amount of running about, laughing wildly and attacking seemingly random switches at short intervals. Well, not on her part. Mostly she stood, in the middle of a bustling crowd of one man, giggling, and trying to be out of the way while keeping firmly in the way as much as possible. Occasionally, he'd shove her playfully out of his way, making her giggle even harder, and start yelling gleefully about wherever they were en route to. Today, following a slightly different pattern, he loudly announced, as though to a large audience, that Rose would choose today's destination. Caught off guard, she hesitated, prompting him to start extolling the virtues of exploring places one's never seen before. Rose had been doing a lot of that recently, and whole-heartedly agreed, but with an entire universe to choose from, she didn't know where to begin. He never quite got this, though, and today was no exception.

"Come on!" He cried, yanking a lever and staring hard at her. "There's got to be millions of places you've never even heard of! Pick one!"

And he was on the go again, dodging past her to type furiously at a nearby console. Watching him, a little enviously, she laughed again.

"That doesn't even make sense!" And she folded her arms across her Tweety-Pie t-shirt, shaking her bleached head.

"Well…" he paused, scrabbling for the right phrase, just for a second, before finding it and running over to a series of handles which he twisted in sequence. "Pick somewhere you've never been, then!"

This did not really narrow it down for Rose, who picked the first place that popped into her head.

"I dunno…Cornwall?"

He paused again, staring, this time incredulously at her.

"Cornwall?!"

And in the face of huge brown eyes and perfectly tousled hair, coupled with a bemused frown, Rose couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed about how boring her choice was. Still, she stuck to it, stubbornly.

"Mum always said we'd go on holiday there, but we never managed it…" and the continual of the frown made her trail off, and finally, he picked up – just a little – on the enormity of the choice he offered her.

"Well," he conceded, "I could use a nice, relaxing day at the beach, but that's it, OK? One ice cream, and maybe a quick trip to the Eden Project, and then we're off!"

She giggled again at what she privately called his "stern teacher face", and accepted the compromise.

"Throw in a flake on the ice cream and you've got a deal!"

He grinned fleetingly at her before racing off once again…

"Deal!"…and skidding to halt to get a better look at a monitor he'd just glanced at. "Wait! Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait! What's that?!"

"What's what?" Rose wasn't worried yet. Nothing was sparking, throwing them off balance, or emitting the wrong noises. She sidled closer to the monitor, arms still folded, and peered curiously over his shoulder.

"That's a huge amount of energy!" He said to the world in general, groping for his glasses and putting them on. "It looks dormant though, and I can't quite…" he tapped a few keys. "Hmm."

"Hmm?" Enquired Rose. The Doctor continued to puzzle over the screen, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "Doctor?" she prompted him, "What's hmm?"

"Hmm?" He looked around at her, as though surprised to see her. "Oh, um, well, it's hard to tell." He gestured at the screen, which she couldn't make head nor tail of.

"Hard to tell what?"

"Well, what kind of energy it is. Whether there's something living there, or a craft of some kind…I just can't tell without going down there and having a look."

"Where is it?" She asked, torn between being disappointed about the imminent cancellation of the beach trip, or excited at the prospect of another adventure. He tapped more keys and consulted the screen once more.

"Cornwall," he told her, sounding surprised. "And we'd be landing in the early twenty first century, probably around about…2008?"

"Great! Let's go!"

He stared up at her once more.

"What?"

"Come on! Things to find out, stuff to do!" She poked his arm. "Let's get going!"

Grinning massively now, he set to with gusto, running and switching and laughing once more. And she tried her best to stay out the way.