Night had passed, and the sun rose with the smell of coffee from the kitchen. Rose's body stretched across the bed. She had soon realized that the Doctor was still there. He had stayed with her all night, resting awkwardly on the left side of the bed. Without disturbing him, she quickly scrambled out of bed in search of her robe. When she had found it, she stood just observing the Doctor. He was so peaceful, and this is the first time she had actually seen him sleep with ease. His coat and blazer rested upon the chair, and his shoes next to the bed.

Slowly she crept twards the door and snuck out. Taking small steps to the kitchen in search of a nice cup of coffee. When entering the room the sweet stench of black coffee filled her nose. After pouring herself a mug of coffee and milk, she had found herself resting on the edge or her balcony loacted on the outside of her room. Sip by sip she drank it down to the few last drops. Her eyes widened when she realized how much she had drank in what seemed a short period of time.

On her way back into the house, she heard water running from the nearby shower just off of her bedroom. The fine tune of whistles escaped the crack of the door. Although the song was unfamiliar to her, she reconized the voice. Leaning agains the wall, she listened. The Doctors tune was stuck in her head now. She closed her eyes for a moment, playing the melody in her head along with the Doctor. When the water stoped she quickly escourted herself down the stairs.

Did he hear her? Couldn't have. She wasn't making any noises, of what she could tell.

Rose placed her mug in the sink, and prepared a new cup for him with just milk in it, just the way he liked it. By the time he arrived downstairs, Rose was sitting at the counter reading the paper.

"Morning," She spoke first.

"Morning to you aswell. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, I believe so." She grinned at the Doctor as she handed him the cup she filled.

"Just milk..." he took a sip with a smile, " you remembered."

"Well then, I'm going to shower then you and I are hitting the shops."

"What for?"

"We can't have you running around in the same suit all the time now, can we?"

"I was fine with doing that before..."

"Yea, but you did change it up a bit sometimes."

"Okay, okay. Now, off you go."

When she finially reached the bedroom and started her shower, the Doctor got up and wandered a bit around the house. He visited the dining area, the living room, Pete and Jackie's room, Tony's room, passed a few restrooms, and ended up in the parlor. It was nice, looked a bit vintage compared to the rest of the house, but he wasn't complaining. After a few moments of loitering he had come to realization that the house was to empty, to quiet.

He had heard the water stop and headed up the stairs. He stood outside of the washroom, and began to talk. "Where is everyone, Rose? It seems a bit picurliar that nobody is home. Has everybody got something to do? Pete? Your mum? Tony?! This is a bit off."

"I haven't heard from them. I'm sure their fine. Dad I believe is at work, and mum probabbly took Tony out for a morning stroll. Now then," she opened the door stepped out. She was wearing jeans, white shirt, and a blue jacket over top. Her hair was down in long blonde curls, just how the Doctor liked it. She took his hand with a squeeze, "Shall we?"

"Allons-y!"

When they got to the shops, they walked about a bit until they found a store suitable for him. They walked in and it was like suites galore! They had almost every color imaginable. They had purchased a new coat and several suites, with many shirts and assorited ties. Although the blue suite made his eyes pop, the brown one looked best. "What do you think?" he asked eagerly.

"It's..." she hesitated, "excelent."

They checked out of the shop, and split the work of carrying the bag into half. On their way home, he noticed a string wraped around her neck. "Rose,"

"Doctor?"

"Is that the T.A.R.D.I.S. key you have around your neck?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, do you remember the other day, when the other me gave me that peice of the T.A.R.D.I.S.?"

"Yea, I recon I do. Is it ready?"

"Yeah, with a little jiggery pokery." He squeezed her hand like the good old times and they dashed down the road. When they got home, they swiftly set down the bags inside the house and ran out back.