"Looks as if you've got visitors," Rose whispered to the Doctor. The Time Lord sat up in his bed and looked out expectantly as Dr. Stoker and a mass of medical students walked into the room. It was early morning at the hospital, and Rose had already gone back to the TARDIS to wash and dress herself. Presently, she sat in her chair beside the Doctor.

Dr. Stoker came up to the two time travelers and pushed aside one of the curtain walls.

"Now then, Mr. Smith, a very good morning to you," the man said with a smile. "How are you today?"

"Oh, not so bad," the Doctor cocked his head. "Still a bit, you know, blah."

The Doctor pulled a face and stuck his tongue out when described how he was feeling, making Rose giggle softly.

"John Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains," Dr. Stoker told his students. The youths began writing down information on there clipboards as the man talked. Even though the Doctor had used the name before, Rose still got a little confused when Stoker called him John Smith.

"Jones," Stoker turned to a young woman standing next to him. "Why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me."

The student nodded and walked over to the Doctor, pulling out a stethoscope from her pocket as she did.

"Are you a friend of Mr. Smith?" the woman said to Rose, glancing across the bed at her.

"Yeah," Rose nodded. "He's one of my best mates. Hate seeing him all sick."

"Hate being sick," the Doctor frowned. Rose gave him a sympathetic smile and took his hand, running her thumb over its back.

"Well I can see you two are very close," Miss Jones noted.

"Yeah, he made me stay here all night with him," Rose said. "Ask the nurses."

Miss Jones smiled.

"As time passes, and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss Jones," Mister Stoker sighed. He gave the medical student a glare.

"Sorry," Miss Jones said sheepishly. "Right."

Bending down, she brought the stethoscope to the left of the Doctor's chest, checking his heart beat. A perplexed look spread across her face and she glanced up at the Time Lord. He smiled. Cautiously, she brought the chest piece over to the right of the Doctor's chest. Her eyes widened. The Doctor shot her a quick wink.

"I weep for future generations," Dr. Stoker grimaced. "Are you having trouble locating the heart, Miss Jones?"

"Er, I don't know," Miss Jones shook her head with a confused smile as she stood up. "Stomach cramps?"

"That is a symptom, not a diagnosis," Mr. Stoker sighed giving his head a sorry shake. "And you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient's chart."

Dr. Stoker walled over to the end of the bed and picked up the clipboard hanging on the bar. He brought it up and touched the metal clip. Immediately, he dropped it as a small shock came from the metal, zapping his fingers.

"That happened to me this morning," Miss Jones said, nodding to the clipboard. The Doctor glanced over at Rose and raised a brow.

"I had the same thing on the door handle," a male student piped up.

"And me, in the lift," another student said pointing behind her.

"Well, that's only to be expected," Stoker calmly said retrieving the clipboard from the bed. "There's a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity. As was first proven by…? Anyone?"

Dr. Stoker looked around at his students.

"Benjamin Franklin," the Doctor called out.

"Correct," Stoker narrowed his eyes at the man.

"My mate, Ben," the Doctor smiled. "That was a day and a half. I got rope burns off that kite, and then I got soaked."

"Quite," Stoker shot a glance at Rose and she forced out a smile.

"And then, I got electrocuted!" the Doctor looked about at the people gathered around him with a smile. He seemed very pleased with himself.

"Moving on," Stoker said, ushering his pupils away. "I think perhaps a visit from psychiatric. And next we have…"

The class moved out of earshot. Rose watched them go, smiling at Miss Jones when the girl glanced back over her shoulder. After they left, Rose turned back to the Doctor and elbowed him in the side.

"You can't just go saying stuff like that," she said to him. "Now people think you're mad."

"Oh, who cares what they think," the Doctor sat up and rubbed his neck. "We won't be here much longer anyway."

"Did you find anything when you searched the hospital last night?"

"Well," the Doctor titled his head. "Actually, I didn't really look around the hospital as much as I would have liked, which is to say, at all."

"What'cha mean?" Rose asked. "I thought your plan was to go out and look around? Don't tell me you didn't get a chance to, there was nobody here."

"It was," the Doctor said. "I just sort of, you know, fell asleep, maybe."

Rose giggled, "I thought you never sleep."

"I don't. Usually."

"What made last night so special that you had the need to sleep?"

"Nothing did," the Doctor started to climb out of bed. "I just sort of, did. But never mind that! That's not important! Why don't we go snoop around now?"

The Doctor grabbed his dressing gown and wrapped it around himself. Giving Rose a smile, he walked across the room and out the door with his companion following.

"Well, Mr. Smith, you seem to have recovered very quickly," Rose said to him when as they walked down the hall.

"Yeah, I have, haven't I?" the Doctor smiled and shoved his hands in his robe pockets. "Though, please don't call me Mr. Smith."

"Well I can't really call you 'Doctor', now can I?"

"Why not?"

"People think your name's Mr. Smith here," Rose looked around at the various patients walking down the halls. "They'll think I'll have lost it if I start calling you 'Doctor.'"

"Well, if you're lucky, you could end up in the same psychiatric department as me," the Doctor bumped her shoulder.

"Oh, shut up," Rose giggled. The two continued down the hall, peeking in various rooms, seeing if anything was out of the ordinary. Out of the ordinary meaning 'extraterrestrial'. Rose could hear the rain pouring down from outside. She guessed that the thunderstorm Dr. Stoker mentioned had finally hit.

"Do you remember the last time we were in a hospital?" the Doctor voice broke through her thoughts.

"Oh, who could forget that," Rose replied. "Creepy cat nurses, zombies, Lady Cassandra. Oh, wait. I guess I could forget that, being that I was possessed for most of the time."

"That's true," the Doctor nodded. "Sort of forgot that part."

"Augh, I can't believe that creepy skin tag was in my head and using my body," Rose shivered. "It freaks me out every time I think about it."

"Do you remember anything that happened when she was controlling you?"

"No, not really," Rose frowned. "It was like I just sort of blacked out. Why?"

"No reason," the Doctor said quickly and continued along the hall. Rose watched him suspiciously with her brow furrowed.

A woman's voice sounded up ahead. Looking into a break room to the left of the hall Rose saw Miss Jones talking on her phone while another medical student made some coffee.

"Hey, look," Rose tapped the Doctor on the arm. "It's that student from before, Jones, wasn't it?"

"Hm?" the Doctor stopped and looked into the room. "Oh, yes. Right."

"She probably thinks she's mad now," Rose commented. "What with your two hearts and all."

"Well, I reckon she's the sanest out of us all," the Doctor whispered to Rose with a smile.

"Right you are there," Rose laughed. Miss Jones turned around and noticed the two time travelers in the door frame. Rose gave her a smile as the Doctor ushered his companion away.

After checking out the various rooms attached to the halls, the Doctor and Rose backtracked their way to the ward where the Doctor had been staying. An old man met them in the halls, towing around an oxygen machine.

"Have you seen the rain?" the man rasped pointing to a window behind him.

"It's only rain," Rose assured him with a smile as the Doctor went into the room, taking off his dressing gown as he did. Rose followed him, pausing as a few nurses walked out, each of them mumbling about the rain.

Rose frowned. Walking past the Doctor, she went up to the window on the far side of the room. It was still raining outside, but something was different.

"Doctor," she murmured.

"What?" he called out behind her.

"The rain."

"Why's everyone fussing about rain?" the Doctor snorted.

"The rain is going up," Rose said peering out into the rain. The Doctor ran over to Rose's side and stared out the window, his brow furrowed.

"But that's impossible," he muttered. "Unless—"

The Doctor broke off as a huge flash of lighting lit up the sky. A thunderclap followed immediately afterwards and the hospital shook. Rose let out a scream as the hospital rocked from side to side, lighting flashing all around it. The Doctor reached out to catch Rose as she lost her footing, but only succeeded in falling to the ground himself. Screams sounded from around the hospital and it tilted from side to side tremendously. Then, with a final tremor, everything stopped.

"What the hell was that?" Rose gasped pulling herself up in a sitting position.

"Are you alright?" the Doctor huffed crawling over to her.

"I think so," she breathed. "Yeah."

The Doctor stood up and offered Rose a hand, which she thankfully took.

"Felt like an earthquake," Rose said when he hauled her up. "Or—"

"Rose," the Doctor murmured tilting his head toward the window.

"It's night," Rose gasped. "Look. It was lunchtime."

"It's not night," the Doctor said walking up to the window.

"It's got to be," Rose came up beside him. "It's dark."

"We're on the moon, Rose."

"But how?" Rose stared out the window.

"We're on the moon," the Doctor repeated. "We're on the bloody moon."

The gray, mountainous landscape of the moon stretched out before them with planet Earth floating in space miles and miles away. Panic set in over the hospital, and Rose heard wails sound around them. The Doctor turned away from the window and went back into his cubicle. Rose heard Miss Jones' voice from across the hall.

"All right, now, everyone back to bed," the medical student was saying. "We've got an emergency but we'll sort it out. Don't worry."

"Hold on," Rose murmured. Reaching her hand up, she began to unlatch the window in front of her.

"Don't!" a voice sounded behind her and she felt a hand pull her back. "We'll lose all the air!"

Rose turned to see one of the medical students from before, a young woman, standing beside her with a frightened look on her face.

"But, they're not exactly airtight," Rose countered. "If the air was gonna get sucked out, it would have happened straight away. But it didn't! So how come?"

"Very good point!" Rose turned her head to see the Doctor pull aside one of the curtain walls to his cubical to reveal himself fully dressed in a new blue suit. "Brilliant, in fact, Rose."

"Thank you," Rose smiled.

"Well then, the question is," the Doctor crossed the room to stand by his companion. "How are we still breathing?"

"But we can't be!" the medical student's voice quavered beside Rose.

"Well obviously we are, so don't waste my time," the Doctor stared out the window. "Rose, what have we got? Is there a balcony on this floor, or a veranda?"

"We past one by the patients longue," Rose said. "Yeah."

"Fancy going out?" The Doctor smiled down at Rose.

"Okay."

"We might die," he joked.

"We might not," she countered back.

"Good," the Doctor grinned. "Come on. Not her, she'd hold us up."

The Doctor pointed to the student as he walked out the room. The woman was sobbing softly beside Rose, and the time traveler put a hand on her shoulder before running after the Doctor.