He blinked stupidly, watching as Rose tapped her high heeled foot, arms now folded

He blinked stupidly, watching as Rose tapped her high heeled foot, arms now folded.

'You said you would be an hour. I've been waiting for ages! Then I went to the villa to get ready and thought I'd come to the party on my own. And what a surprise!' She pulls out her arms and stretches them outwards to the heavens. 'I find fish boy playing around in the harbour – still in his diving suit!' She hisses.

'Rose, I'm sorry – I lost track of time. How long was I?' The Doctor asks sheepishly.

'Three friggin' hours!' Rose snarls back. 'It's half seven, the party starts in half an hour!'

'Okay,' the Doctor scrambles out of the water, which proves more difficult then he first thought because the harbour wall was two whole feet above the waterline. Finally, he manages to get out and lies, exhausted on the concrete floor.

'Can I have a hand?' He gasps; his muscles sore to the bone. Rose makes an insulted, impatient noise in her throat and storms away, towards the colourful lights of the inner island.

It was day two of the Time Traveller's trip to the island of San Muépo and the little town of Asta Laugo, just off the South Eastern coast of the Spanish mainland. It wasn't an intended trip, Rose hadn't even heard of it until she was told two days ago out of the blue that this is where they were next heading.

The Doctor got an SOS call on the TARDIS sensor – from a local guy who had seen a mysterious creature in the water. 'Ah it's on San Muépo!' The Doctor smiled cheekily, checking the origin of the sensor.

'Where the heck is that?' Rose had asked, confused.

'Oh, of course. You wouldn't know!' The Doctor smiled, not answering her question. 'Well, it's a private island in Spanish territory. Only the rich and powerful and ones granted access are allowed there. Mostly a social club for people with money. It's not charted on official maps – to protect its secrecy and private invites.'

Rose nodded her head, interested. 'So are we going there?'

'Yes we are!' He happily chanted, moving around the TARDIS console, pushing buttons and flipping levers.

Rose stood next to him asking, 'so if it's secret, how do you know where it is?'

'Well – I've been given coordinates by the person sending the invite.'

'Invite?'

'Yeah. He's a retied officer from UNIT. Never met him though – seems to have got himself a very reasonable position in a job giving him rich royalties! Very special people with connections…' he continued to play around with console, 'I'm an expert on marine happenings. They must want me straight away!'

'So if it's UNIT, it must be near my time period?' Rose asked, jolting around a bit as the TARDIS speeded through the time vortex.

'Yep, it's 2008 – great summer! Bit of rain in Britain though…'

'Glad I missed it then!' Rose beamed. 'Hang on, since when were you an oceanographer?'

'Well…I've read 20,000 leagues under the sea,' he paused to look at Rose's amused face, 'come on Rose, I've been around a bit. I know a thing or two about the Med!'

'Yeah but I can't picture you trailing around with a toy donkey under one arm with an ice cream cone in the other!' She laughed at the unusual sight in her mind of the Doctor taking a domestic holiday.

The Doctor ignored her and pulled fiercely on a handle that catapulted them faster into the past – they had recently just spent a few hours in the 171st century.

'So we're like VIPS on a trip to a really high security celebrity scene?' Rose asked excitedly.

'Well, in a way,' the Doctor frowned. 'But we're not going for fun! This sounds very important!'

'Oh yeah, of course!' Rose grinned excitedly.